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Growing up in a small rural village in Southern India, life was fairly simple. As with most of rural India, the activities of our womenfolk were restricted to home chores and tending to the cows and goats. We were never allowed to leave the house after sunset and our movements were closely watched by the village elders. Even though I was eighteen, men and women never mingled outside the four walls of their homes.

The men, on the other hand enjoyed the sort of freedom us women could never dream of having. They could roam the fields and the countryside as they wished. The only area that was forbidden to them was the bathing canal used by the women. Like most other girls my age, I had always wanted to enjoy that freedom, to do as I wanted without the fear of whispers that would ultimately lead to the fall of my family’s so called honour.

Innocent as I still was, I had started to develop certain urges that were sometimes so strong that it took an immense amount of willpower not to attempt to satisfy them. But at times I would succumb to them and allow the occasional rubbing of my palm over my mound through my thin cotton skirt although I would be quick to retract that hand. I was taught that it was wrong.

Our walks to the canal and back every day were something that I had always looked forward to. It was the only time that we got to see what lay beyond the vast fields of paddy. Traveling in large groups, we would strip down to nothing, enjoying the reprieve from the cool water. We did this in confidence, knowing or rather thinking that they weren’t being watched. There, I would get to see women of all ages and breasts of different shapes and sizes and I would compare those to mine, consoling myself that mine weren’t the smallest.

On one of these trips, I had wanted to urinate and being a shy girl even amongst so many women, I walked a little distance from the opposite bank until I found a spot behind some bushes. After relieving myself, I decided to walk around and explore the area a little as I had seldom been to this side of the bank. Covered in thick forest, I noticed that I could watch the women bathe without the risk of getting caught, although there wasn’t any really. Standing at that vantage point, butterflies started to flap their wings within my flat stomach and those familiar urges could be felt creeping swiftly to the surface.

These urges were quickly subdued when all of a sudden I could hear a muffled giggle some distance from me, between the river and where I now stood. Stealthy as I could be, I tiptoed in the direction of the river, making sure not to rustle any leaves and hid behind a bush the moment the boys came into site. There, kneeling behind a thick row of bushes, three teenage boys from our village looked on over the helm of the thickets, taking in the site of nearly all the women from our village, unknowingly displaying all their wares to these boys.

At first, I was gripped by a strong sense of anger, knowing that they were not supposed to be here. But something about the way they sat behind those bushes captured my interest. Shaking rhythmically were their hands, as if pumping something in front of them. I then noticed that while one of them had his shorts pulling down enough to display a part of his ass crack, the other two had their shorts around their knees. Wearing no shirts, these two were practically naked.

It was only when one of them moved and turned his body to one side that I saw what was in their hands. His head leaned back, his face contorted, the thrusting of his hand increased until a thick load of milky cream spurted out of his cock and dripped down the shaft. It was the first time I had seen a man’s privates. I noticed the brown colour of his rod, the curve and finally the head, glistening with his spunk. Those urges were starting to return.

Not wanting to get caught by them, I silently treaded backwards until I felt I was at a safe distance to run further down the river and towards the group to expose their presence. But when I climbed down and reached the middle of the shallow canal, I could not get myself to tell either my mother or my sisters. At first I felt a sudden pang of guilt at having seen those boys like that. It then dawned on me that I wanted to watch more and actually regretted leaving so soon.

That night as we lay in our beds in pitch blackness, I found my hand making its way down towards my crotch and I was unable to stop it. I rubbed there gently over my skirt, feeling a warm, satisfying feeling starting to emanate from that spot. Not wanting to wake the others, I let my hands stay on my thighs as my wrists bunched up folds and fold of my thin skirt until I could feel the helm within reach and pulled it above my waist.

Returning my right hand to my forbidden spot, I let my fingers roam through the soft hair and between the folds, finding myself wet. A finger slipped into my tight hole while my thumb lightly flicked over my clitoris sending pleasant chills down my spine and towards that very area. My hand started to work faster and I could almost hear the wetness from down there when the silence was suddenly pierced by a sharp cough that made me jump out of my skin. My skirt soon covered my legs and I fell asleep shortly after.

The next day I waited until we were all in the water until I could go back to that bush. Neither my mother nor my sisters had noticed my brief disappearance as I headed back towards that same bush hoping to find those boys there. Right at that very same spot were the boys except that there were only two of them this time. They were busy pumping their shafts, their backs arched and their asses stuck out towards me. Sitting on their haunches, I could clearly see their huge testicles touch the soft grass between their legs. One was bent forward even more then the other and I got a glimpse of his hairy asshole.

My right hand instinctively reached down between my legs and I started to rub myself like I had the previous night. Keeping my eyes trained on their movements, my hand was now a blur as it vigourously rubbed over my mound as I could feel an intense feeling building up inside. There I was, kneeling just like those boys were, completely naked, one hand down between my legs while the other pinched and pulled at my nipples.

Just as I was beginning to get lost in the ecstasy, I was taken by surprise as I felt an arm reach around from behind me and wrap itself around my neck while another covered my mouth, muffling my screams. In a state of shock and not knowing who it could be behind me, I started to think I was in some serious trouble. I could feel myself being pulled backwards until I managed to stand up. Trying to turn around, I moved backwards only to feel someone’s bare skin against my back and something hard poking against my naked bottom. I then realized it was the third boy who had probably left to relieve himself.

Gaining some courage, I struggled until I felt the hand loosen its grip and set me free. Turing around my guess was confirmed. There in front of me was one of the boys, smiling at me while putting a finger against his lips motioning for me to stay quiet. His eyes roamed freely over my body, taking in my nakedness. My eyes instantly fell on his erect cock, sticking up and staring me in the eye. As we looked at each other’s body, his hand reached out and cupped my left breast and I immediately pulled it away. Adamant, his hand found its way back to my breasts and I found myself wanting him to keep them there.

With both hands on my breasts, he was now squeezing them roughly, pulling on my nipples until his mouth found its way to them, taking turns to suck on each nipple. The warmth of his mouth on my tits sent shivers down to the area between my legs and I let out a soft moan, unintentionally inviting him to explore further. A hand then slipped between my legs and a finger pushed itself into my warm hole, pumping in and out. I found myself grinding against his hand while I pulled his head into my chest.

As if on cue, my right hand reached down between his legs and gently gripped his hard shaft. It felt warm and so stiff as though it was made of bone. I let my hand rest there on his cock while he continued to finger me and rub my wetness. I wasn’t sure what to do with his cock in my hand so I softly rubbed the palm along the length, exploring it like a blind person.

Before long I could hear my mother calling for me and I pushed him away as I tried to free myself from his tight grip. Without having the courage to look him in the eye, I turned around and ran down towards the river, careful not to let the other two boys see me. Although I pretended like nothing had happened, I couldn’t stop thinking about the events of that day as I helped my mother and sisters with the cattle. That night, as I lay in bed, I thought about that boy, the way his cock felt in my hand and how his felt on my chest and between my legs.

I woke the next day with the same thoughts. I waited anxiously for the daily visit to the canal. I hoped he would be there and that we could go back to what we were doing. Once in the water, I let my hand wander between my legs as I waited for the right moment when everybody was too busy to notice my absence. I looked in the direction of those bushes and hoped that those boys were there, watching us. Watching me! Imagining they were feeling themselves up looking at my nude body, I tried to give them a show, standing at the shallow end where the water was at my knees. With my back towards them, my feet parted and I bent down as if to wash my legs then turned around and scrubbed my breasts. I looked down and noticed that my nipples were stiff.

When the time was right, I slowly made my way towards the other side of the bank until I was out of view of the women in the water and climbed up the bank to my usual spot. Kneeling behind the bush, I looked around longingly for that boy. I then realized that the other two weren’t at their spot either and felt disappointed. But before I could move, I heard the rustling of dried leaves and turned around only to see the boy who I was now familiar with, standing completely naked. His cock was erect again and I immediately reached out and wrapped my palm around it. At eye level, I now had a better view of his hard cock, barely inches from my face. Took my time exploring it, noticing the dark foreskin and the pink head as I pulled it back. My other hand reached for his balls, cupping them. In what felt like a matter of seconds, he let out a grunt and his cock began to twitch in my hand before spewing thick warm semen onto my hand.

He fell down onto his knees as I kept my hand on his cock and let it remain there as it slowly softened in my hand. Eventually, it was small enough for me to cup his balls and his dick in my palm. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips before getting up and walking away. I sat there kneeling on the soft grass and looked at my hand and the glistening semen that was dripping down my wrist. Bringing it to my nose, I tried to smell it and even considered tasting it before rubbing it off against the grass. Soon after, I joined the women at the river.

But I wondered what had happened to the other boys. Did he tell his friends to stay away? Did they know? What if they were watching? Worse, if they tell everybody, I would be ruined! I didn’t even know their names although I’d seen them several times at the village fairs. But as the cool water envelope my naked body, I realized I was also a little excited at the thought that they might have been watching me this time, caressing that boy’s hard cock.

In neck-deep water, I was at liberty to do anything to myself in the midst of the crowd. I reached down and rubbed myself, my palm pushing against my clit while my other hand pulled on each nipple. I imagined these were the hands of those boys, exploring me while I surrendered myself to them, to do what they wished with me. Just as I thought I was feeling really good, a sudden wave of pleasure took over me. It started at my clitoris and spread out in pulses to stomach and down to my legs to my feet as my toes curled, my other hand pulling hard on one of my nipples.

As it subsided, I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. I looked around to see if anybody had noticed me but everybody was too busy gossiping about their neighbours or bitching about their husbands. My thoughts went back to the orgasm. I realized that the boy might have felt the same way when I touched him there and he spewed that milky stuff on my hand.

That night I attempted to relive that morning’s episode in the river. Quietly pulling up my skirt, I let my hands do their thing, repeating the same actions that had worked in the morning. My sister who was lying next to me shuffled and turned but was deep in sleep. I raised my knees, bringing my heels to my bare bottom as I felt a slight cool breeze touch me gently. I was soaking wet in anticipation and had to do it slowly lest the squishing sounds be heard by everybody. Despite an hour’s worth of trying and fantasizing about acts involving all the three boys touching me in various places, I was unable to cum and drifted off to sleep.

After the usual drill the next day, I quickly treaded back to that area when I noticed the boys behind the bushes on their knees and getting off on all the naked women bathing. The guys were as naked as everybody around. Unsure of myself, I slowly approached them until I spotted the boy from the previous day. He was to the right of the other two and I reached over and touched him on the shoulder, hoping not to let the other guys know I was there. From the instant smile on is face, I knew he was expecting me, as were the other two and now their attention turned to me. Holding their cocks, they took in the sight of my naked frame, their eyes roaming from my small breasts to my crotch. I suddenly became aware of the other boy as his hand gently caressed my bare ass cheek.

Holding me by the hand he pulled me down until I sat down on the warm grass. He leaned in a kissed me on my lips as I knelt in front of them and then moved down to my breasts, handling them a lot more gently this time. Looking over at his friends, I noticed that their cocks were still hard and reached over and placed a hand on each of them. I also noticed that their dicks were of different sizes. Before I knew it, I was being slowly pushed back until I was lying down on my back and my legs stretched out.

The boy who was sucking on my aching nipples, moved his mouth further down my stomach and I found myself pushing his head down towards my burning pussy. The other two, encouraged by my feeling up their cocks moments earlier, were now on either side of me, groping my tits. The sensation of the boy’s mouth over my crotch almost sent me over the edge. His hot breath was replaced my kisses all over and within my folds until his wet tongue started to gently lap at my pussy, occasionally snaking its way into my tight hole. Soon his fingers gently pushed their way into me, first one, then two.

With the other two feasting on my breasts, my hands reached out on either side until I had a hold of their cocks. I played with their balls for sometime, feeling the soft hair and the smooth skin before pumping on their rods, mimicking what I’d seen them doing to them selves earlier. Lost in the ecstasy caused by the mouth between my legs, I didn’t realize it until I felt something warm and wet being placed over my slightly parted lips. Instinctively opening my mouth, I let the head of the cock slip into my mouth and my tongue darted out towards it, tasting the mild saltiness. With his cock now pumping its way into my mouth, my hand reached over and the fingers traced their way around his balls to his asshole, circling it softly.

The boy on my left took hold of my hand on his dick and pumped it vigourously until he arched his back and shot a thick load of cum onto my arm and I watched his face contort as he came. Evidently my efforts at exploring the guy on my right led to his orgasm as I heard him groan, followed by the feeling of his dick twitching in my mouth. Moments later, I could feel his salty cum fill my mouth and I swallowed it to avoid the taste.

The two guys who were on either side of me slumped back on their buttocks and watched the guy between my legs. He seemed to be enjoying doing what he was doing and pushed my legs up high and wide until I could feel his tongue moving further down, leaving a cool wet trail of saliva as it made its way to my ass. Although though I have touched myself in this region before, it was only to wash myself and I never expected that it would feel so sensual.

Wiggling out of his grip, I turned around, getting on my knees and sticking my bare bottom out at him. I wanted to give myself away to him completely and arched my back, inviting him to continue with what he was doing seconds ago. As he spread my ass cheeks, his mouth and tongue returned to their old spot, circling with anus and at times trying unsuccessfully to penetrate it. My right hand reached down between my legs and started to strum my swollen clit, determined to achieve that orgasm this time around. Just when I felt I was about to go over the edge, his tongue could no longer be felt licking my ass.

Before I could fathom what was going on behind me, I felt what I instantly knew was the knob of his stiff cock. He pushed it gently against my tight asshole as I pushed my ass out even further up towards him. Although it started to hurt a little, a big part of me wanted it to make its way into me and I pushed back against the tip of his cock until I could feel just the head inside me. With that initial breakthrough, he pushed a little harder and now more of it managed to go in. My hand right now a blur against my clit, I could feel a thumb pushing into my vagina and I went over the edge, those pulsating waves of pleasure were even stronger this time and I humped backwards against his cock, the sound of my ass slapping against his stomach.

That familiar twitching was felt deep in my ass and he slumped over my back, pushing me flat against the ground and he continued to pound into me even as his orgasm subsided. After laying there for a few minutes, he got up and I felt his soft cock slipping out of me. Still basking in the after glow of that powerful orgasm and partly ashamed of facing the boys I lay still as the rustling of dried leaved on the ground told me that they were walking away.

After about a few minutes, I stood up and walked down towards the river, my legs a little shaky. Reaching down between my legs, it felt wet and I looked down to see his semen, down seeping out of my ass and trickling down my thighs. Scooping some up with a finger, I brought it to my mouth and licked it off my finger, savouring this new taste that I knew I was going to like. I looked forward to coming back the next day, knowing I had a lot more plans for those boys. I wanted to feel all of them in me, somehow at the same time. And I wanted more!!

I fell asleep earlier than I wanted to, so I didn’t know if Yvonne was doing the same with me. When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t dare to open my eyes – both in fear of not seeing her there, and in fear of how to talk to her if she was there. However, I heard footsteps nearby, which told me she’d stayed the night but was ready to go.

I should have been the gentleman and said a goodbye, at least, but I was too nervous. It was easy to be gusty near a hot celebrity when they’re letting you take her, yet the aftermath seemed too tricky to handle.

Before I cursed myself too much for not having guts, I felt a pair of cool lips on my cheek. Yvonne was sneaking out while she thought I was sleeping – but she still had the decency and appreciation to kiss me goodbye. Even if she thought I wouldn’t know about it.

So half good, half bad morning after. At least I had enough of the good to cling to. I’d carry that with me in my long wait for…..

Fuck.

It wasn’t a last look at Yvonne Strahovski that made me spring out of bed, but the prospect of being late in line for the afternoon’s biggest panel. Marvel was holding a screening of their new Avengers based TV pilot “Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D” — and although it was hours from now, it still might be too late for a good place in line.

I got myself dressed, left the Hilton, went over to the convention and saw way too many people camped out in line already. Nevertheless, I dared to hope I was just on the borderline of fitting into the way too small Ballroom 20.

Hours later, the dare didn’t pay off.

I was reduced to going online and looking up live blogs to see what I was missing. Of course few people in that crowd were going to hate the pilot, or hate hearing from the likes of Joss Whedon. This told me little I couldn’t have figured out – except that Cobie Smulders’ Maria Hill was in the pilot too and would likely be a recurring guest in between “How I Met Your Mother”‘s final season. But it would been nice to see them prove me right in person.

I guessed this was my comeuppance for getting so lucky last night. Figured it would happen, but it didn’t have to take up my whole day. With no chance of getting into the night’s big panels – including a Spider-Man 2 one that wouldn’t even have Emma Stone there – I quit while I was behind by a manageable figure.

All I did was walk around the convention, check the exhibits, and have some leftover regret over the end with Yvonne. While that was only a little asterisk on the hottest night of my life, it wasn’t like I’d get a chance to improve on it. With her or anyone like her.

I carried that feeling with me as I left the convention building. Apparently to an astounding degree. Because I could have sworn someone that looked like Cobie Smulders was hanging around there too.

So I was imagining a celeb associated with Marvel now. Then again, I thought I imagined Yvonne at first, or at least thought she was a costumed fan. This Cobie lookalike wasn’t dressed up as Maria Hill, or even as Robin Sparkles. Then what….

Oh God. Did I just see a real life celebrity and mistake her for a fan again? Tonight, of all nights? When I answered my own question, I had to go into a laughing fit.

When I remembered Cobie Smulders was there to hear my fit, I made myself sound human again. But just in case I hadn’t embarrassed myself enough, I asked, “You are Cobie Smulders, right?”"

“The guy who gave me my Comic Con badge thought so,” she replied. It was more of a joke than an answer, yet it sounded enough like her, so it was close enough.

“Good. I mean, this isn’t the first time I saw a celebrity here and thought she was in a costume. Now I know it’s a trend,” I explained, without adding the other details.

“It’s my first time here, so I don’t know where all the costume shops are yet,” Cobie retorted.

“Oh right, that’s right,” I exclaimed, remembering this was the first year “How I Met Your Mother” was at Comic Con – and the last – and she hadn’t been on any Marvel panels yet. Not off screen, anyway. Still, another first timer here like me – at least in one regard.

Shaking that off, I revealed, “I tried to see your big screen Comic Con debut today. I didn’t quite make it. Spent hours in line and everything.”

Cobie took a second to decode that, then looked apologetic. “Ouch. Sorry, man,” she said.

“My fault for sleeping, I guess,” I commented, again brushing aside the exact circumstances. “Now I know what not to do tonight before your next panel,” I added, throwing away my plans to go to the Hunger Games panel tomorrow – I pretty much had to now. But the Mother panel was my second choice for the afternoon, so no harm done.

“No sleep, good advice. I can do that before my two panels tomorrow and get away with it, right? You probably know more about what works here than me,” Cobie stated. It took me a while to realize she was talking about being on the Captain America panel too, which made me feel even more like a time waster. Still, I had to correct something before I stopped.

“Actually, this is my first time here too,” I said, adding the “here” to the first time since there was no need for innuendo. Not with another celebrity, and not with one married with a four-year-old kid. Karma had punished me enough today.

Nevertheless, I continued, “I’m no expert on how this place works yet. Maybe oversleeping will work better for you. They can afford to wait for you in a ballroom,” I tried to say in a non-bitter way. To erase that, I added, “But from what I hear, I missed out on some pretty big stuff. I’m glad you were part of it. And part of the stuff after that. Eventually.”

“Thanks. Eventually,” Cobie replied with a smile.

This was resembling a now familiar formula – a thoroughly beautiful celebrity actually letting me talk, and actually being amused by my idiocy. Regardless, I knew that was all the déjà vu I was getting tonight.

“Well, I should let you solve your sleep dilemma,” I called back. Before I actually said good bye, though, I remembered I was still carrying my little book – the one with Yvonne’s autograph. I turned a page that was far away from hers, and asked Cobie to add her signature. She added it, then I gave her my name, a few more congrats and a goodbye.

It was my best goodbye of the day, so I at least ended that on a high note. Not pushing my luck, I returned to my room for the first time since Yvonne left. After relieving the memories for about an hour, I flipped through the TV until I heard a knock.

I went over to my door, puzzled since I wasn’t causing any disturbances. For a brief second, I thought it was Yvonne. It wasn’t, but I wasn’t that far off – although this was still far more shocking.

When I recovered from seeing Cobie at my door – in a casual black and grey shirt, no less — and remembered to let her in, I noticed she was holding something. A something that almost looked like a DVD case.

“I told Joss I wanted a DVD of my first Comic Con footage. I didn’t tell him I’d be the only one watching it, though,” Cobie hinted at, as it dawned on me that she was holding a DVD of the S.H.I.E.L.D pilot I missed. “But I am gonna need it back when you’re done. The cat’s out of the bag already, but we didn’t let those cats take the episode with them.”

“Right, thank you, of course,” I mixed up my phrases in my gratitude. “So I should drop this off somewhere when it’s over?”

“I’ll probably be too busy to get it tomorrow. And I’ve got just over an hour to spare now. Luckily this is only 44 minutes,” Cobie did the math. I started to do math of my own, then I snapped out of it when Cobie found the DVD player in my room.

I took the hint that I’d have to watch this now – but the larger hint of Cobie sticking around to watch it with me was still a lot to comprehend. Still, that was the only hint I could handle, even as she bent down just within my eyesight to put the DVD copy in.

Instead of sitting on the bed, I found two chairs and put them in front of the bed. I took the right one while Cobie sat next to me on the left, as the bootleg copy of the episode I missed hours ago came on my screen.

I normally like total silence to focus on watching my shows. I should have insisted on it after all the trouble me and Cobie had gone through for this – especially Cobie. Yet in between laughing at the banter and widening my eyes at the budget, I had a bit of running commentary with Cobie during the screening. I made some notes during her scenes, and she chipped in a few behind-the-scenes tidbits as well.

Our chairs stayed a couple of inches apart, as did we. But I caught Cobie glancing at me nearly as much as she did the episode. Then again, she was in the episode, so she probably already saw some of it already. But although I hadn’t seen any of it, I split my time peeking at Cobie too.

When it was over, there wasn’t anything left to distract me from her. I owed her a thank you, at the least, for making this happen – or at least a little review. However, I was once again at a loss on what to say to a celebrity, after an unprecedented experience with her. Only this time I couldn’t fake being asleep.

Since Cobie was looking at me with a little smile, and a hint of something else in her striking blue eyes, I was even more speechless. I opened my mouth to at least start to say something, but she stopped me by saying, “You’re welcome.”

Then she further stunted my ability to speak by kissing my cheek.

This made even less sense to me than Yvonne coming on to me. As I remembered earlier, I knew Cobie was a married mother, and I knew husband Taran Killam of “SNL” was probably here at Comic Con too. Might help further explain why she said she only had an hour to spare. It didn’t explain anything else at all, though.

Nevertheless, Cobie didn’t look ashamed or scared when I finally looked at her again. She just looked as tempting as ever.

It took 44 minutes to watch that pilot. If she was only here for 15 more minutes….there really was no time to analyze why she was doing this. If I could pretend that motives didn’t matter once….

Hell, I wasn’t looking away from her gaze anytime soon anyway. By the time I felt myself moving closer, I threw everything else out of the window.

After I took the time to savor our first kisses, I remembered I had to go faster. So I glided my tongue over Cobie’s silky lips and slid past them, while my right hand grasped her hair and slid down to her back. She kept her hands on the back of my neck, fiddling with my collar as my hands started fiddling with the bottom of her shirt.

Cobie broke off and got up off her chair, leaving me needing to follow suit. She lifted her shirt up as I started to do the same, and was undoing her pants before I lowered mine. Once I was left in my underwear, I could focus on Cobie being left in her black bra and panties.

She had the same relative body type as Yvonne – model thin, with medium sized but perky and round breasts, an ass that fit the same description, and sky high legs. And as I already knew, she and Yvonne had piercing blue eyes to get completely lost in, yet Cobie’s brunette hair framed hers in an exceptionally alluring fashion.

When I shook off her hypnotic effect, I had us sit on the front of the bed, then I put my hand on top of her leg. When I didn’t hear her object, I slid up higher before sliding three of my fingers onto the front of her panties. Her legs nearly clenched around my hand, which empowered me to go a step further.

My left index and forefinger dipped inside her underwear, earning a moan from Cobie. When I heard her go “Mmm hmmm….” I suddenly put all five fingers inside, then attempted to palm her pussy as best I could. Cobie hissed before helping me along by rubbing herself on my hand.

My other hand went to her right hip, lowering the side of her underwear down. Cobie took the hint and lifted herself up to take her panties down. When she sat again, my left hand went back to palming and teasing her, as Cobie let out her approval and reached back to unhook her bra.

When she took her bra down, she only let me stare at her breasts for a moment before her hands worked on something else – gliding over my own underwear.

Cobie fondled my bulge with both hands, which made harder for me to use one on fingering her. She made it slightly easier by taking her left hand away, leaving her right hand to cup my balls. I finally got a finger inside Cobie to thank her, then she thanked me back by reaching into my underwear and pulling my shaft out.

I quickly got the rest of my underwear down, then we both resumed pleasuring each other with no more barriers. Cobie worked a quick pace on my cock with her right hand, but soon slowed it down to tease me. To balance it out, my left index finger dug deeper into her pussy and wiggled around as fast as it could.

“Mmmm, ah, that’s good,” Cobie approved, before giving my cock a harder squeeze. “Really good,” she emphasized, going back to a soft teasing of my head with her thumb.

Somehow, I remembered I had a free right hand, which I used to cup Cobie’s firm right breast. I used my thumb to brush the underside of her boob, then leaned down to lick it. As our hands kept pumping, my mouth started suckling her breast down and circling around her nipple. Cobie groaned and put her free hand on the back of my head, pushing it forward like I might have if her mouth was….on me.

I looked up at her flushed, pleased face and her open mouth, which inspired me to nibble on her nipple and watch her get even more flustered. My hand left her breast and tried to reach for her left tit, jiggling it as my mouth stayed on her right one. It was certainly awkward to do all that while we were jerking each other off, but Cobie broke it off first.

She got my face off of her chest, then put hers onto my neck and began to suckle it in kind. Her hand moved lower on my cock and brushed my balls, while her mouth went higher and landed on my ear. In return, I put a second finger into her, which forced out a seductive whimper into my ear.

I figured that meant we had to fuck shortly, not that she wanted to stop. But with the way Cobie was handling me, I wouldn’t last long inside her anyway. Still, I needed to do one more thing first.

Since Cobie hinted we would stop using our hands soon, I reluctantly got her hand off me and took mine off of her. But instead of lining her up to fuck her, I dove my head down and lined her up with my tongue.

I couldn’t spend much time down there, so I licked her as hard and as fast as I could. My hands rested on her thighs, gripped them and spread them wider as I nibbled on her clit, then licked it all better. Cobie gasped and groaned, fisting my sheets with her hands, or at least that’s how it looked through my limited vision.

After sliding my tongue in as deep as possible, I licked her up and lifted my head, not bothering to close my mouth. With her taste and juices fresh on my tongue, I kissed Cobie so she could taste them too. Before I wondered if that would go over well, her tongue attacked mine and I had my answer.

Cobie circled her tongue around mine before pulling away. Once our breath returned, she commented, “Not a bad idea,” then proceeded to top it.

Her head dropped into my lap, and before I knew it, her mouth was on my cock and her tongue was circling it too. When it made contact, she licked up and hummed around my head while her tongue played with the underside. Her hands returned to my shaft, as one pumped the bottom half and the other palmed my balls.

When Yvonne blew me, I couldn’t see it since I was occupied with her pussy – and I couldn’t focus when she sucked me while I was cumming. But this time, I could clearly take in the sight of a sexy celebrity sucking my cock – despite the urge to throw my head back. Fortunately, I kept my head still when Cobie looked up at me, with a sultry glare and her mouth halfway down my cock.

Without thinking, I put my hand on the back of her head, like she did to me while I sucked her tit. I had just enough sense not to start fucking her mouth too hard, to be easy on her and to keep myself from going too soon. But I gave her mouth a few pumps and she kept swallowing and licking me, until she popped her head off.

I had a brief second to worry if I went too far, before Cobie went up and kissed me. Kissed me right after taking my cock in her mouth – and making me feel the aftertaste like I did with her. Obviously, it wasn’t the best sensation, yet the rest of her lips and mouth – and the still lingering taste of her pussy – helped it go down easier.

While that overpowered me, I felt Cobie climb into my lap. Yet she didn’t break our kiss as she lined my cock up against her, then started to sink down. She only broke from my lips at first, but soon went back to kissing me as I fit myself in.

Cobie put her arms around my shoulders, while I settled mine around her hips and let myself hold her ass for the first time. Her legs went around me as I took my first thrust, then she lowered herself almost all the way down, with my second thrust getting the rest of me in.

We broke our lips and our hips at the same time, but soon pushed our hips together again. After a few more times, we rested our foreheads against each other as we started fucking in earnest. I studied her face to see how it would change after each thrust, yet mine broke first when she briefly swiveled her hips.

I didn’t know how much time had gone by, or how much I had left to do any other moves. It was hard to calculate while Cobie tightened around me anyway. Nevertheless, she made it harder when she pushed me down on the bed, then sat up to ride me in full.

I took in the sight of her flawless figure on full display while bucking on top of me, settling on her bouncing breasts. With that, I got back into things and held onto them, making them bounce even more. I pushed them together and tried to rub them side by side, resulting in Cobie putting her hands on my chest and pushing down on it.

Her ass bounced harder onto me, so I left her breasts and went down to grab it again. I tried to help lift it up and down, but Cobie seemed plenty good at it herself. Regardless, I made an effort to jiggle it around anyway, as my fingers wound up getting closer to her ass crack.

Taking a chance, I brushed my left index finger between her cheeks – and it sounded like her moans got a little louder afterwards. To get a second opinion, I put the tip of my index finger into her cleft and slid down. As I did, I looked up at Cobie, whose face certainly looked encouraging.

“Don’t put it in there,” she gasped out anyway. “Just tease it…..put me on the edge.” Like I had time to argue.

Encouraged, I rested the tip of my finger onto her hole, but I followed orders and didn’t put it in. I brushed the hole and pressed on it, yet that was all. It seemed to do the job, as Cobie came down on me harder and pushed her ass back a few times as well.

Clearly this was going to make her go soon, so if I had any more bright ideas, I had to use them now. I settled for using an old idea, as I sat myself up again, had Cobie settle onto my lap, and put my head against her breasts again while nearly fingering her ass.

My right arm wrapped around her back as my face buried myself in her tits. We held each other, bucked against each other and grabbed each other pretty tight, although my finger was actually lighter around her hole. Cobie bucked her hips forward extra hard, which caused me to lose my balance and fall onto my side, taking her down with me.

We temporarily stopped as we both found ourselves on our sides. Yet I was still in her, my hand and finger were squarely on her ass, and this position was maneuverable. So I lifted my right arm up and put it around Cobie, letting her rest on my arm while I slowly started pumping again.

The effects of our unimaginable first day together over four months ago, while still fresh in our memories, had begun to diminish noticeably. We had nearly paid with our lives for an innocent lapse in judgment. I was spared the physical damage but was emotionally devastated. Mia bore the brunt of the catastrophic “spillover” (as she called it) of uncontrolled positive and sexual energy and endured both physical and emotional suffering. She saved my life and was left weak and alone. I didn’t know what she’d done for me — I just knew she had vanished without a trace or explanation. And when she had finally recovered enough to see me, my pain and anger over my unexplained abandonment nearly drained her again.

Our reunion was agonizing and for Mia nearly fatal. Twice now she had saved me; first from certain death and later from a shattered heart and soul. In both cases she risked her life saving me. When at last I understood what happened and what she’d done I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed. And couldn’t wait to have her back in my arms, back in my life.

So, I set about doing whatever I could to help her recover. Which, in the case of a modern-day sorceress who lives to create, control and consume sexual energy, can be a lot of fun.

And she was recovering slowly but steadily.

Mia spent the first few weeks after our emotional reunion resting in my apartment during the day and demonstrating creative and energizing ways of having sex in the evenings. On several mornings during those weeks I awoke from vivid sex dreams to find Mia’s hands or mouth guiding me to orgasmic bliss, which also had the unintended side effect of rendering me utterly useless at work on those days. Not that I wouldn’t have already been distracted just having Mia around. She was on my mind constantly and it took all of my mental concentration to accomplish the bare minimum at work to retain my job.

The mind-boggling displays of energy manipulation and manifestation — her sorcery — that were effortless for her when we had first met were still a strain for her. She was able to perform minor miracles like changing her appearance or conjuring clothing, which was a good thing because she liked to take walks with me and the delicate white sundress she was wearing when she returned to me was a bit too revealing. She also used these “basic” — her word, not mine! — abilities to intensify the sex we were having. She had outed me as a “glamour hound” — again, her words — when we first met; I readily admitted that high heels, dramatic hair, and sexy makeup get me worked up, so she indulged me with a variety of looks and outfits. Creating these living fantasies for me consumed energy, but Mia assured me that the intensity of the energy they helped generate more than offset what she burned up. And since Mia’s recovery depended on rebuilding the pool of energy we had inadvertently unleashed, any net gain in energy was a good thing.

But the most therapeutic sessions were when Mia was just herself, a petite and modest-breasted brunette with bright blue eyes and a warm smile. I would hold her in my arms, kiss her neck and breasts, lavish her with my tongue, anything to turn her on. I could feel the telltale aura of warmth swell and pulse around her that indicated she was rejuvenating herself. Sometimes she would mount me and as I slowly thrust in and out we could feel the energy gathering around us. When we’d cum, a silent burst of energy would illuminate the room like the elusive flash at the end of a tropical sunset.

As rehab stints go, this was definitely the best I’d ever heard of.

When she was feeling well enough to leave the apartment, Mia liked walking in the park nearby, feeling the sunshine and basking in the joy of the other people. We’d sit on a bench near the swings and she’d lay her head on my shoulder, with her eyes closed, feeling the giddy joy of the children as they played.

And dogs. Mia loved the dogs. She said that dogs had some of the purest energy you could find. There was no such thing as a bad dog, she’d say. Even the grumpiest, snarliest dog in the park would bolt over to Mia and lick her face or roll over for a belly rub, and Mia happily obliged. I could literally see her light up when a happy dog came bounding to her, and both she and the dog glowed when he’d romp off back to his owner.

Mia was recovering, and life was going to get (more) interesting again. She had months of mischief building up inside her and now that her strength was returning she was eager to play. I came home from work and Mia greeted me at the door wearing a floral sundress and sandals she had manifested. “Let’s go right to the park,” she said and without waiting for an answer she tossed my bag inside the door, grabbed my hand and started tugging me to the stairs. She was practically skipping the whole way to the park, holding my hand and telling me funny stories about her life in Europe, weird and wonderful places she’d travelled, and generally reliving some of her happier moments. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought she was a little drunk, but it was pretty clear based on the shimmer around her that she was just feeling particularly frisky.

We arrived at the park and it was teeming with children and families and lovers and friends and, of course, dogs. We lazily walked the paths smiling at people. At one point Mia threw her arms over her head and did a pirouette just for the heck of it. It felt so good to see her like this. And soon I would feel just how good.

We found a bench facing the fountain in the center of the park and settled down. She was gazing into my eyes when a sly smile crossed her face. “Watch this,” she said. A sudden loud truck backfire startled everyone in the park, causing them to look toward the nearest street, including me. When I turned back around to Mia, she was gone. Vanished. But I still felt her near me. I did a quick look around to see if she had gotten up but saw no sign of her. Until an invisible hand came to rest on my crotch. “Hi, handsome,” a disembodied voice said. “Come here often? Get it? ‘Cum’ here?” A girlish giggle ensued, followed by gentle strokes across my pants under which my cock was rapidly hardening. “Give me half a chance,” the voice continued, “and I’ll make sure you cum here. Often.” The hand moved away from my pants and I sat there waiting to see what Mia had in store.

“Meet me behind the restrooms as soon as you’re able to stand without embarrassing yourself,” Mia whispered. She kissed my ear and then I could feel her warmth move away. What was she up to?

After a couple of minutes, my erection had subsided to where I could get up and walk the 50 yards to the small green blockhouse that housed the park’s restrooms. I walked around to the back, hoping I didn’t look like a stalking pervert. Mia suddenly reappeared before my eyes. “Ta-da,” she said, and then gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She had been invisible for at least three or four minutes, which was certainly a sign that her strength was returning, which made me smile on the inside. On the outside I was staring at Mia with a blank look on my face waiting to see what happened next.

“So, what brings us to such magnificent surroundings,” I asked, slowly surveying the muck and refuse that littered the backside (heh) of the restroom shed.

“Oh, we’re not staying here,” Mia replied. “This is just our dressing area. Or should I say our undressing area.” Mia grabbed the waist of her sundress and in one smooth motion pulled it up and over her head, exposing her curvy naked body to the world.

“What are you doing?” I hissed as loudly as I dared, not wanting to draw any attention. “You can’t be naked in a public park.”

“Don’t worry, silly,” she chided, “I’m invisible, remember?” She walked around me, rubbing against me like a cat.

Hating to point out the obvious, I told her, “If I can see you then you’re not invisible, are you?”

“Yes I am,” she taunted.

“Then why can I still see you?”

“Because you’re invisible too, lover,” she said, and began to unbuckle my belt.

“What are you DOING?” I said, louder this time.

“I’m undressing you, and don’t be so loud. You’re invisible not inaudible.” She was unbuttoning my shirt now.

“OK, I get the undressing part. Then what?”

“Then,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “we go make love in the fountain.”

My jaw dropped open. My pants were down around my ankles now and she was pulling my shirt off my shoulder.

“Oh no we’re not!” I said, trying to grab at my pants.

“Suit yourself,” she replied. “But I’m going to the fountain. You can join me or not, it’s up to you.” And she dashed around the corner of the shed. A second later she stuck her head back around the corner and said, “You should probably know that I made you invisible but not your clothes, so unless you want to freak out everyone in the park, I’d suggest you strip naked.” She blew me a kiss and disappeared back around the corner.

I peeked and saw Mia skipping happily toward the fountain completely naked. She stopped at the edge and sat dangling a toe in the water. I guess I should have been relieved that no one was screaming or calling the police, but I was too panicked about what to do next. Not that I had much choice. I took a deep breath and removed my shoes and socks, stepped out of my pants, and removed my shirt and undershirt and folded everything neatly and placed them along with Mia’s dress on the driest patch of grass I could find. I screwed up my courage and removed my boxers and found myself standing nude behind the restrooms in a public park. I was a headline waiting to happen.

Once again, I peeked around the corner of the shed and saw Mia, still on the edge of the fountain motioning with her finger to “come here.” I took another deep breath and started sprinting toward the fountain. I really have no idea why I was running — it’s not like someone would see me any less if I was running than if I was walking. I guess I thought that the safest place I could be, relatively speaking, was next to Mia. So, a few seconds later I arrived breathless next to Mia. She stood up on the edge of the fountain, our eyes level with each other, and she kissed me. A long, wet, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, her small breasts crushed against my chest. A surge of warmth closed around us; it felt almost like the old Mia. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tight, letting the kiss take control of me.

Suddenly I felt Mia’s legs wrap around my belly. “Take me to the center of the fountain,” she commanded, “Mush!” Not relishing the sled-dog reference but also not wanting to cross the woman who was standing between me and a public nudity arrest, I gingerly stepped over the fountain’s edge and began to walk to the center. I expected the water to be cold, but it felt very soothing. I tried to minimize the splashing of my feet, the sound of which was mercifully camouflaged by the cascading water of the fountain. Still, an eagle-eyed observer could have spotted odd holes in the water appearing and disappearing on a path to the center of the fountain.

Call it public shyness — invisibility notwithstanding — or attribute it to the cool water splashing all over me, but despite the fact that Mia was wrapped tightly around my waist and was kissing my neck, I was still flaccid. Mia unlocked her legs and stepped lightly into the water facing me. We stood next to the ornamental statue in the middle of the fountain, careful not to deflect the spray coming out of the multiple spouts dotted all around it. Mia looked at me, then looked at my soft cock. “This will never do,” she said, shaking her head. She dropped to her knees and before I knew it took my soft penis into her mouth, and started lashing it inside with her tongue. The sudden warmth around my cock was startling and despite myself I started getting harder. Mia did not release me from between her lips until I was about 80% hard. She stood up and admired her handiwork. Then she looked up at me and said, “You know I would never do anything harmful or embarrassing to you, right? You DO know that?” I nodded. “OK then,” she said, and then leaped in the air, wrapped her arms around my neck and once again wound her legs around my mid-section, but this time with her pussy hovering inches away from the head of my cock. She kissed me, then held my gaze in hers, her blue eyes sparkling like fireworks. She knew how much I loved looking into her eyes as I entered her so after a moment of luscious anticipation, she slowly impaled herself on my now rock-hard erection. She was not floating weightless — maybe that was still too much for her on top of maintaining our invisibility, I pondered — but her petite weight felt good in my arms. She slowly rocked back and forth against me, easing me deep inside then back to the edge, almost but not quite letting my cock escape her labia.

Mia’s breathing was deep and smooth and I found myself tuning out my surroundings, the rushing water, and the sounds of the city. The whole world was Mia and me. On each down stroke I pushed gently against Mia’s hips, trying to get myself as deep inside as I could. She responded to my push by arching her back slightly to push her clit against me as I hit bottom within her. The relaxed but steady rhythm was causing a slow boil in me, but it was too slow for Mia. She began increasing the pace, gyrating her hips slightly on each trip up and down my cock. Mia’s smooth breathing started getting choppy and I could feel a slight tremor in her hips. I matched her rhythm and held tight to her butt as the tremor became a full-on vibration and then a sharp convulsion. She tossed her head back and let out a feral howl which I am sure startled quite a few people in the park. After the first few contractions Mia subsided into a series of less violent twitches and finally let the orgasm run its course. She was panting and smiling, clearly pleased with herself and with me.

She kissed me and then dismounted from my still very hard (and eager) erection. A sly grin crossed her tasty lips and she looked up at me and said, “Let’s make a fountain in the fountain, shall we?” Without waiting for a reply, not that I was going to say anything anyway, Mia slid behind me and leaned her breasts against my back. With one hand she reached around and started stroking my cock while the other reached between my legs and cradled my balls. Every once in a while she’d release my balls and let her thumb wander back and tease the opening of my ass which caused me to twitch and moan, which surprised me. The women in my life, pre-Mia, had never shown any interest in exploring that part of my anatomy and while I had heard stories of the pleasure to be had from anal stimulation and prostate massage, I had never experienced it firsthand. Mia, however, knew how much I loved having my balls touched and caressed so other than teasing the hole a little, there was not going to be any anal exploration today.

Or so I thought. Mia continued her firm stroking of my cock and rested my balls in her hand, massaging them to the point of rapture for me. I am convinced that under the right circumstances I could be made to cum via nothing more than massaging my scrotum. But in tandem with Mia’s expert pumping, I was in utter ecstasy. Once again she teased my anus with her thumb and sensing my reaction she said aloud, to no one in particular, “It’s moments like these that I wish I had a third hand.” I should have seen it coming, I guess. A beat after she said that her hand slid down to cradle my balls again and what felt like a fingernail began to rotate around my hole. After getting over the initial shock of a third set of digits on me, I was shocked at how good it felt. It felt odd, certainly, but no more so than the annual prostate exam from the doctor. Only the doctor never gave me the exam in the middle of a fountain, in the middle of a mind-bending handjob. Recalling the doctor’s admonition to “relax, it’ll be easier,” I consciously tried to unclench my butt. And it worked. Because a finger slipped slickly in and initiated a firm massage of my prostate. My head was absolutely spinning. The sudden pressure inside coupled with the expert manipulation of my cock and balls was getting me wildly worked up.

Mia eased off the ball massage and lightened the touch on my cock, allowing me to really feel the rubbing on my prostate. I could feel precum start to flow profusely and I willed myself to relax my hips and groin and really feel this new experience. It didn’t take long for the sensations to overwhelm me. Sensing the change, Mia grasped my balls and began to massage again. She slipped her hand up to the head of my cock and with her thumb gently rubbed circles on my sensitive trigger just below the underside of the head. Her thumb was gently guiding me to the edge of climax, but the thrust was coming from her fingers down below.

There was a moment where all time stopped and I rolled slowly over the edge, that moment of anticipation feeling like a needle of pleasure creating a tiny hole in the dam, which would momentarily burst open. At that split-second I was aware of a gentle push against my prostate, and then the rest is a blur. My hips bucked wildly but Mia gamely held on. A torrent of semen pulsed up and out of me, a thick rope suspended in midair and then vanished, courtesy of Mia — wouldn’t want to sully the waters in a public fountain, would we? — before it hit the water below. Stream after stream exploded, my hips shaking violently each time. Even after the previous orgasms that Mia had bestowed on me I had never felt such complete and thorough release. The pulses subsided and I felt the finger inside me continue to push, coaxing every drop out of me. My knees buckled beneath me and I fell forward, dragging Mia down with me and creating a very loud splash in the fountain. I quickly looked up and saw a dozen set of eyes looking at the fountain, wondering what they’d just heard. I stifled a laugh and enjoyed the last few moments of Mia’s magic hands on me.

Since my prone form was currently making an odd shaped deformity in the water, and steam was beginning to rise from that spot, I hastily wrenched myself upright, and pulled Mia to her feet. We hugged for a moment and then daintily and silently tip-toed out of the fountain and back to the path. We turned the corner behind the restroom shed and I uttered, “Oh crap.”

Our clothes were gone. I looked at Mia hopefully but she just shook her head. Apparently she wasn’t quite up to conjuring some clothing after keeping us invisible for the past 15 minutes, even with the surge of sexual energy that came along with our playtime in the fountain. A small look of concern crossed her face, which instantly inspired panic for me. “I think we’ll be OK,” she began slowly, “but we should probably start walking home now, just in case I start feeling a little spent.” While I didn’t relish the thought of walking home completely naked, albeit invisible (for now at least), I liked even less the idea of being caught that way in the park. So I took Mia’s hand and we quickly but quietly made our way to the park exit.

It was a surreal feeling walking naked through the streets near my home. We passed and dodged a few people who lived in my building, and I idly wondered what they’d think if I suddenly materialized in front of them with not a stitch of clothing on. Under other circumstances I might have been amused. But right now I was too worried to find anything very funny.

I began to relax a little as we turned the corner and I saw my apartment building just a few yards away. That is until I heard a soft moan from Mia. She stopped walking and looked up at me through drooping eyelids. “I feel a little dizzy,” she slurred. Convinced I would suddenly reappear on the street in front of my home, dragging a groggy naked woman by the hand, I picked up Mia in my arms and began to run as fast as I could to my apartment. I pulled open the door and bounded up the stairs two at a time, racing against the clock, hoping Mia’s energy would hold out long enough to get us back behind closed doors.

Behind closed doors. Closed, locked doors. Keys. My keys were in my pants, and my pants had disappeared from the park. I slumped against the wall outside my door and began to steel myself for the inevitable un-vanishing and the embarrassment of having to knock on my landlord’s door in the nude, assuming no one saw us first and called the police. Mia looked up at me and asked, “What’s wrong, what are you waiting for?”

“I don’t have the keys. They were with our clothes. We’re locked out,” I groaned.

“Oh, that?” she said. Mia snapped her fingers and the door unlocked and flew open. I was stunned momentarily until I looked inside the door and there in the entry way was Mia’s dress and my work clothes, folded neatly in two piles. Mia threw her head back and started laughing hysterically. I just looked at her, fuming. I could feel my face turning bright red, which only caused her to laugh harder. Still holding her in my arms I walked into the apartment, kicked the door shut, walked to the bedroom and unceremoniously dumped Mia onto the bed, which made her laugh even more. She was rolling back and forth on the bed, and the air around her was shimmering in a rainbow of colors.

I plopped myself into my desk chair and watched Mia’s laughing fit slowly subside. She finally sat up, her eyes tearing from laughing so hard and looked at me.

“So, you’re basically back to normal again?” I asked deadpan.

“Just about,” she smiled, and held out her two hands in which two glasses of red wine suddenly appeared. One of them floated out of her hand and hung in the air in front of me. “Oh darling you were wonderful. I enjoyed that so much and it was great seeing you out of your element a little, and trusting me. That meant so much to me. And I loved having you in the fountain. That was scrumptious.” She got up from the bed and sat down in my lap. “And you were so tender on the walk home and rushing me upstairs out of harm’s way. You are such a good man. And I am lucky to have you in my life.”

She looked up at me, waiting for me to say something. Part of me wanted to be mad at her for deceiving me. But I had to admit that making love in public was a rush, and there was even an odd thrill walking the streets naked. I wasn’t going to give in to the hilarity of the moment just yet, but I was also delighted that Mia was feeling strong, and safe, again. I reached out and took the floating glass of wine, clinked her glass and said “Welcome back.”

And poured the wine over her head, which set off another gale of uncontrollable laughter from her. She laughed herself off my lap and on to the floor, wine pooling in her belly button and trickling to the floor. I took her glass from her hand and took a sip while she dabbed her finger at the pool of wine on her tummy. Finally she lay back on the floor, closed her eyes and said, “So, what shall we do tomorrow?”

Tomorrow, as the saying goes, was another day. Instead of any wild love-making after our fountain adventure, Mia and I showered (together), she conjured up a couple of ribeye steaks with baked potatoes and spinach (better than any steakhouse), and two seemingly bottomless glasses of her spectacular red wine. We ate with gusto, chatted for a while about nothing important — my work, her favorite dogs at the park, mundane “couple stuff” — and eventually went to bed with her spooning me from behind for a change. So tomorrow arrived, I shuffled off to work after a brief bout of Mia playing telekinetic keep-away with my socks, and left Mia to relax and spend her day enjoying life.

As I headed to work, knowing that Mia was back to full strength more or less, I began to ponder my future, our future. On the one hand, I was lover and best friend to the most powerful woman on earth who, barring any relapse or accidental disaster, would live her life free as a bird, wanting for nothing and capable of anything. And she had hinted on numerous occasions that I was welcome to share that life with her.

On the other hand, for the first 30-some years of my life I had been self-sufficient and basically alone. Parents gone, no siblings, and any family far-flung and distant, I had learned to live on my own. Having Mia staying with me had been no burden — quite the opposite. I could not imagine ever being bored of her sparkling and playful personality, let alone her continuous miraculous demonstrations of her energy wielding abilities. And the unbelievable sex.

It hardly seemed like there was any immediate decision that needed to be made, but with the end of any dependence on me that Mia had, I was now faced with the question of what dependence, if any, on Mia was I prepared to accept. For the rest of the day I told myself that there was no need to dwell on this right now. For the first time, I should just relax and enjoy my now very magical and satisfying life. But the questions gnawed at me for the rest of the day. My mind wandered. The thought of living in Mia’s marble mansion overlooking the ocean, enjoying the good life was very appealing. I imagined that I’d never have to work, we would see the world together, looking for new and exciting ways to create and share energy, between ourselves and with other deserving souls. It was hitting the lottery, but a billion times better.

But what was my contribution to the equation? I’m good company, sure, but anything special? Mia had told me numerous times how good a man I am and I trust her judgment, so let’s say for a moment that I am an unusually good guy. Is that enough to make me deserving of this life?

And what happens if she becomes bored with me? She has been a will-o’-the-wisp for 400 years and told me specifically that it was too painful for her to settle down. What happens when I get old, when my 60 or 70-year old body is no longer capable of generating enough energy to help sustain Mia? She could easily find other ways to keep herself going. But did that mean other men? Could I bear to see Mia feeding her insatiable appetite with someone else?

I bitterly congratulated myself. I had managed to find a massive future downside to the most wondrous present imaginable.

Mia would, of course, instantly sense the conflict in me when I arrived home that night. So, courageous man that I am, I worked late, hoping to either settle my brain down or at least be of clear enough mind to discuss this with Mia. But when I arrived home that Thursday evening, any thought of discussing my feelings with Mia were put on hold.

I arrived home near dark, the late summer sun surrendering to a hazy warm twilight. I walked in the door and there was Mia, huddled on the floor in the corner of my bedroom, rocking slowly back and forth, crying. A cool blue glow surrounded her, something I had never seen before but caused an instant chill to run up and down my spine. I rushed to her side and instinctively began to wrap my arms around her when she waved her hands at me and cried out, “No, please don’t, not now.” I was suddenly terrified that Mia had somehow overheard my thoughts today or sensed the turmoil within me, and that this was the physical and energetic impact that such feelings would have on her. But that was not it.

She raised her head and looked at me through teary eyes and moaned, “Why? Why must people be like this? There is so much joy in the world, why must people be so cruel?” She buried her head back in her hands and continued to rock back and forth, the blue glow undulating around her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked tentatively. Mia heaved a deep and pained sigh and began to describe her day to me.

“I decided to go for a walk. I was so happy from our day yesterday. It felt good to be my old self with you. I had been getting strong and confident in my ability but wanted to be really sure before I showed you. Our romp in the park was the first serious test of my strength and it was effortless. And after your initial hesitation, you trusted me and enjoyed the experience, and it was wonderful. As strong as I felt before, I was bristling with energy afterward. My life, my spirit, and my energy were restored. And I wanted to share it with the world. When you went off to work, I decided to venture out and enjoy the sensations of the people and things around us. I had not been out alone, without you, and was excited to see what the world felt like here.”

“I walked to the park and sat by the fountain. I could feel the glow of our energy still radiating from it. The water sparkled and people were drawn to it. I played with some lovely dogs, chatted with young wives and nannies, even bought an ice cream cone from the old man with the cart; I gave him a kiss on the cheek and could almost see 10 years of wear and tear fade away. HHHe was so delighted.” I was suddenly very worried. For her to be talking about such a perfect day meant that something awful was coming.

“I left the park and began to wander around downtown. The bustle of the people, the cars, the shops, the restaurants were throwing off a wild symphony of energy. Some tasted good, some were bitter, but the sheer volume was wonderful. I poured some of my own energy into the mix and it felt good to share it. I browsed the shop windows looking for some fashion ideas to show you.” She raised her head and smiled weakly at me. I smiled back and waited for her to proceed.

“I ventured further away, down to the walkway by the river. The rush of water was soothing after the noise of downtown. I walked for at least 20 minutes, to the end of the path, and turned around to walk back. I was approaching where the path passes below one of the big bridges that cross the river when I felt something … wrong, something cold and harsh.” She shuddered. “I peered into the darkness and I saw a woman, curled up in a ball shivering. Her face was beaten and her clothes were torn and soiled. I ran over to help her and surrounded her with some warming energy, trying to comfort her. I was so overwhelmed by her pain that I never felt … them.”

I had an awful feeling I knew where this was going and my blood began to boil. “I’m OK,” she said quickly. “They didn’t hurt me physically. But they tried. There were four of them. They must have just finished … violating the woman and saw me coming, so they were lying in wait. When they rushed me, I could feel their energy, cold and harsh, like stinging sleet. Instinctively, before even thinking, I lashed out and they were thrown backwards. Hard. They were stunned and hurt, and had no idea what had hit them, but they were also angry. Something had come between them and their prey. They rushed again, slower this time because of their injuries. And this time, I just held them in place. I looked in their eyes and watched as their anger was replaced by fear. Before I knew what I was doing, I had snapped a leg bone, one on each of them, and saw them crumple to the ground writhing in pain. And I watched.” She buried her face in her hands and started crying again.

Again, I approached her, and she cried out, “No, don’t touch me, not like this. I don’t want you to feel me right now.” I recoiled and sat cross-legged on the floor a few feet away from her. She continued, “They were in such pain. I could have eased it for them. But I had caused it. I’ve defended myself and others in my life, usually by running away as quickly as possible and only rarely by holding someone off or repelling them. But I had never hurt anyone. Never WANTED to hurt anyone. Until today.”

“I picked up the woman, walked by the men cursing and moaning on the ground, and climbed up the embankment to the River Road. I flagged down a car and the driver called the police. An ambulance arrived and took the woman away. The whole time I was bathing her in as much warmth as I could but I knew she was hurt, physically and emotionally. All the positive energy in the universe wouldn’t erase what she’d endured. Time will lessen it, but she will be in pain for months, years.” She shivered. “I told the police that a Good Samaritan on a bike had seen the attack and fought the four men. When he saw me, I told them, he asked me to get help for the woman and then rode off. The police found the men; there was more than enough … evidence to put them away, they said, but they wanted to get my statement. I slipped away before they could and came back here.”

Mia had stopped crying. The cold blue aura around her had faded a bit but she still looked cold and forbidding. “Why?” she said at last. “Why did they make me do that?”

“I don’t know why,” I said softly, “But you probably saved that woman’s life. And prevented who knows how many others from getting hurt by those guys. You did good.”

“I broke their legs!” she howled.

“And you could have killed them. But you didn’t. You knew better. You disabled them until you could get help.”

“I was so afraid, Paul, afraid of what I was feeling. The anger. It’s still surrounding me. I am trying to get rid of it but it is hanging on me like a cold blanket.”

“You did what anyone would have done,” I said calmly. “You defended yourself, instinctively. And you hurt them only as much as you had to.”

She let my words sink in for a minute. “Can we get away from here, Paul? Please? I need to be … away.”

I understood what she meant, so I nodded. There was a brief flash of light and I was sitting on the bed in the white room I remembered from months ago, the site of such joy and such danger. I sat still in the darkness and heard from somewhere within the vast marble house the sounds of soft crying. I listened for a while, then laid down on the bed and thought about the ordeal Mia had endured today. For her, the impact was amplified; she felt the woman’s pain, the hate and cruelty of her attackers, and the fear and self-loathing for how she responded, regardless of the fact that it was justified.

I waited in the dark for several hours. The crying had stopped and there was not a sound in the house. Late in the night, or perhaps early in the morning, I was aware of a faint white light approaching the room. It was not the cold harsh light I had seen in my apartment hours before; a tiny bit of warmth was peeking through the dim glow. Without a word, Mia walked to the bed, laid down and curled up in front of me, her back against my chest. She pulled my arm over her shoulder, sighed, and the next I thing I knew it was morning.

I called in sick to work the next day (after Mia conjured up my cell phone from the apartment) and then it was the weekend. Mia spent most of the time wandering around the house and the grounds by herself. She’d stop and stare out over the cliffs toward the horizon or sit by a flower bed with her eyes closed. At one point I saw her lying at the bottom of the pool, arms at her sides. I began to panic when I heard Mia’s voice in my head say, “I’m alright.” She emerged 30 minutes later, shivering and her skin pruned. She could have kept herself warm in the water but she had let it drain the heat from her, like she was trying to purge something from herself. We ate simple meals, mostly in silence for the first day or two. It was as if Mia was afraid of generating or consuming much energy. She wore her light white sundress and created a pair of shorts and sandals for me. She smiled occasionally, like when I wrapped a towel around her after she ended her brief pool-bottom exile.

By Sunday morning, she was comfortable leaning against me and talking a little at a time. She came to realize that she had done the best with a bad situation. Such a harsh reintroduction to the perils of the world after coming so far in her recovery shook her confidence as well as her spirit. But by Sunday afternoon she had begun to put the incident in as much perspective as was possible so soon after. A faint shimmer had returned around her and while not warm, her body had shed it’s cool, off-putting aura.

With Sunday evening came a decision. I wanted to stay with her but needed to go to work. None of the issues I had wrestled with the day of the attack had been resolved or even discussed. So, for the moment, I filed them away. Before I could even ask, Mia said to me “I need to stay here for a while.” I nodded, waiting for what would come next. “Will you stay the night? I’ll take you to work tomorrow morning, but I’d like for you to stay.”

“Of course,” I replied, “whatever you need.” She smiled, kissed me softly on the lips and “made” dinner for us. She slept in my arms and we were awakened by the sound of an alarm clock (which was, oddly, nowhere to be seen). I got up, showered and found a clean set of work clothes hanging on the back of the bedroom door when I had toweled off. I dressed and joined Mia poolside for coffee and orange juice.

“I’ll miss you today,” she said.

“Me too. Are you sure you’ll be OK?”

“Yes. I’ll be fine. I have some things to do.” She paused. “Can I see you tonight?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Good. Thank you.” I finished my coffee and she asked “Are you ready to go to work?”

I was a bit apprehensive about this morning’s “commute” but replied, “Ready when you are.”

I then found myself standing in an alley behind work, bag in one hand, Mia holding the other. “Have a good day. I’ll meet you back here at 6,” she said and then kissed me. It was a warm and lingering kiss. We broke the kiss and she was gone.

The workday dragged on, as you might expect, but I tried to throw myself into my work hoping the day would pass faster if I was distracted from thinking about Mia. At 5:58PM I packed up and headed for the elevator. By 6:02PM I was standing in the alley. A voice behind me said, not unkindly, “You’re late.” I felt a hand on mine, and was suddenly standing poolside at Mia’s. I turned to face her and she had a warm glow around her. She kissed me, pushed me into a chair that materialized at the last possible moment behind me, and handed me a cold bottle of beer that she pulled out of thin air. A second chair appeared behind her, into which she gracefully plopped.

“You’re glowing a bit,” I observed. “It looks good on you.”

“I visited the woman who was … raped today,” she said, having trouble saying the word aloud. “She didn’t see me but I sat with her for most of the day in her hospital room. She’s strong. She’s still in bad shape from her ordeal, but she’s a fighter. I tried to shake off all the cold hatred I was exposed to and focus on positive energy and love; I poured as much of that into her as I could. She has a long way to go but it’s a start.”

I was a bit choked up hearing her describe her day bedside with the woman, whose name was Elaine. Mia described the doctors and detectives coming and going, the fear and sadness of the friends who visited her. Each time Elaine began to feel worn out by the questions and poking and prodding, Mia would unleash a wave of positive energy that would soothe and strengthen Elaine.

“I am sure it was a huge boost of confidence for Elaine that she felt as strong as she did so soon after her attack,” I pointed out.

“That was my hope,” Mia replied. “I intend to spend a lot of time with her. I’m sad I won’t meet her, but I will know her and help her.” A bright smile crossed Mia’s lips, the first I’d seen in days. “And some really good things are going to happen to Elaine. Things that will make life easier for her. Things that will help ease the burden.”

I could only imagine the windfalls that would come Elaine’s way and got my own warm feeling just thinking about it. “You are a good person, Mia. The best I’ve ever known. Your heart is bottomless.” She blushed and the shimmer around her got brighter.

“When I was purging the bad energy and gathering the good to share with Elaine, I was thinking of you to help me concentrate. All the good you’ve done for me, all the joy and pleasure we’ve shared.” It was my turn to blush but I was also a bit embarrassed about the doubts and confusion I had been feeling over our relationship, although that did not seem to be an adequate term for it. As if she knew what I was thinking — and I already knew she was very good sensing what I was thinking and filling in the blanks — she said, “I know there are a lot of unanswered questions for us. Please don’t worry. We’ll answer them in time, together. For now, let me just be grateful for you.”

In an uncharacteristically, but not at all unpleasant, flourish of theatrics Mia vanished from her chair and reappeared on my lap, arms around my neck. “Thank you,” she said, and she planted the warmest, softest, most dizzyingly comforting kiss on my mouth. At that moment, nothing in the world could be wrong.

We kissed again and then, just because she can, she vanished from my lap and reappeared in her chair, with her own bottle of beer in her hand. We ate dinner, talked a bit more, and retired to bed where I held Mia until I fell asleep. I don’t know if she was sleeping or simply quietly recharging herself, but when I awoke she looked refreshed and at ease.

The next day, and for the rest of that week, we adopted a comfortable, if somewhat uneventful, routine. Mia would wake me up — a simple kiss on the cheek; there were no erotic dreams in either of our minds at that point — and after some breakfast, she would “take” me to work. The sudden disappearance and reappearance elsewhere was still startling but I found myself getting more and more used to it. I’d work, Mia would “pick me up” and we’d spend a quiet evening talking. Mia was spending her days looking in on Elaine. She even visited the medical ward at the county prison to check in on the four rapists. She had no pity for them but felt obligated to ensure that their legs would heal properly. She was mildly amused when she listened in on one of the attackers, who had turned on the other three for a reduced sentence, trying to convince the detectives that the person who defended Elaine was not a man on a bicycle but rather a tiny brown-haired woman in a sundress. His statements earned him a lengthy psych evaluation during which he almost lost his plea deal, until he recanted and corroborated the eyewitness reports.

With each passing day, Mia visibly brightened. By Tuesday, Elaine’s sister had arrived to stay with her for a few weeks and she was getting regular visits from co-workers and friends. Mia made sure each of them left with a big dollop of positive energy. By Thursday, Elaine was ready to be discharged and that evening was home in her own bed. Friday’s visit by Mia saw Elaine reacquainting herself with her surroundings and her life. For months after the attack, Mia would visit Elaine, if only for a few seconds, to make sure she was OK and give her an energetic hug.

When she picked me up Friday evening, Mia had a distinct orange glow around her. As we sat poolside, cold bottles of beer in our hands, I marveled at the radiant aura that surrounded her, gently pulsing in subtly changing shades of orange and white.

“I’m curious about the glow around you”, I said. “I know it reflects your mood and your state of mind. And I can see it clear as day. But can everyone else see it?”

Mia took a sip of beer and thought for a moment. “That’s difficult to say. It varies. Most people aren’t sensitive to it so they don’t notice. Others are so wrapped up in themselves that they would ignore it even if they could see it. I can’t really hide it — it’s part of me, who and what I am.” She sipped again, then continued, “You are especially sensitive to it because of everything we’ve shared. It might surprise you to learn that you have a ‘glow’ of your own. It’s not as intense as mine because the amount of energy adhering to you is less than for me. But it’s there. And because your energy floodgate is still wide open, it’s a lot more pronounced than for most people. We can work on helping you control it, but I for one absolutely love the energy you put out and I’m reluctant to change a thing.”

“But can’t you help me learn to direct it, so that I could always give you an uninterrupted flow without broadcasting it to the rest of the world?” I asked.

“Mmmmm, I was hoping you’d say that,” Mia purred, suddenly reappearing on my lap. “Let’s work on that this evening, shall we?”

After a dip in the pool — during which Mia got no end of pleasure of suddenly materializing behind me, dunking my head, and then vanishing — we ate a light dinner and when the last of the daylight had faded she led me by the hand back to one of the lounges by the pool. As with most educational, as well as recreational, activities with Mia it seems, it required me to be naked, which she took care of in her own special expedient way. “Lay on your back, place your hands by your sides. Breathe normally. Pick a star and focus your attention on it,” she instructed. I selected the star in the center of Orion’s belt; easy to pick out, easy to remember.

“Now close your eyes but keep the image of the star in your head. Focus all your attention on the star,” Mia continued. “Zoom in on it in your mind’s eye. Watch the star grow bigger in your mind.” I followed Mia’s instructions and soon my field of vision was dominated by a single glowing blue-white light. “Now, imagine a thin thread of light, running from your eye to the center of the star, a narrow beam of white light.” She paused. “Take a deep breath, let it out, and focus as hard as you can on the beam. Think about making it stronger, brighter. Imagine you are allowing a tiny bit of your life force to escape through your eyes, and that tiny bit of energy is adding to the beam, making it a little brighter.” I have no idea if it was the power of suggestion or if she was somehow helping me, but I could see the imagined beam growing. “Now, let a little more of that energy escape and imagine the beam turning a pale orange. Not too much, just a tiny bit more than before.”

The beam, which had grown from a thread to the thickness of a pencil, was now turning ever so slightly orange. “Great. Now just hold it there. Concentrate on keeping the beam the same color and thickness. If it begins to drift, think about adjusting the amount of energy you are letting through your eyes and the force with which you are pushing it.”

I’m a man. And as a man it is my duty and birthright to play around with the controls on any new tool, toy, vehicle or gizmo. So, of course, instead of trying to maintain the beam I tried to make tiny adjustments in my mind to narrow it, widen it, turn it more orange and bring it back to white. Up until now I had heard Mia’s voice speaking to me through my ears but a small voice from deep within my head whispered to me “You are such a child.” Which made me smile.

“Now, if you are done playing,” Mia’s normal voice resumed, “Imagine shutting the beam off. Just cut it off.” I did, and the thread broke and I watched it drift off into the night and out of sight. I opened my eyes and Mia was smiling down at me. “You may not know it but you were controlling your emission of energy. The star was me, the target. Your eye represented the regulator, the valve on the floodgate if you like. And your will was the pressure control. By visualizing a target you were able to establish the connection and vary the amount and intensity of the energy. After you practice the visualization for a while, and get used to what it ‘feels’ like to control it, the next step is pretty easy: choosing your target and controlling how much or how little energy you pour into them.”

“Great. Sounds easy. How much practice do I need?”

“200 years should do it,” Mia responded with a completely straight face. Then she laughed and said, “It all depends on how fast a learner you are. All humans have been doing this in some form or other all their lives. When you think happy or mean or lustful thoughts about people, some of that energy is transmitted to them. Positive energy gets through more easily than negative but for the most part the amounts that are received are small. Intense feelings cause more energy to get through. In a large group, like a concert or a rally, the amount of energy transmitted in total can be quite large.”

When she finished her explanation, I closed my eyes again and visualized the star but instead of a glowing blue-white star I imagined a completely blue star with flickering sparkles of white and silver. Mia’s eye. I imagined the thread and started willing it to thicken. When the beam had broadened to the thickness of a wine bottle I started imagining it turning orange, first slightly then increasingly darker. Without warning, the blue star flickered out and the beam was broken. I opened my eyes and realized I was shivering and breathing heavily. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, darling,” Mia said gently, “but you must be careful, especially this early in your training. You won’t do any permanent damage but you might cause yourself to pass out. And then I’d have to carry you all the way back to the bedroom myself.” As she said the word “bedroom” I was, of course, no longer poolside but lying on the bed in the big white bedroom with Mia sitting next to me. “I will tell you, though, that feeling you pour yourself into me like that was delicious. I’ve felt you share energy with me before, during sex certainly, but feeling just your energy penetrating and permeating me was,” she shivered involuntarily, “so intimate and satisfying.” She licked her lips and leaned over, her face inches from mine. “If I can train you to focus your energy like that when we are making love, the rush of energy will be amazing, and it will be oh so pleasurable for both of us. Especially me,” she added with a wicked grin.

Foy my part, my libido wanted to continue training but the rest of me, as Mia had expected, was drained by my first solo attempt to directly deposit my energy into Mia. Mia could sense my desire of course. Given the events of the past week or so, Mia had done nothing overtly sexual in front of me and I didn’t think it would be appropriate to initiate, or even suggest, any kind of sexual activity either. But since I am only human, being that close to Mia and exposed to the constant swell of energy that she embodies, I had remained in a state of near arousal for the last couple of days. Mia smiled kindly down at me and said, “You’ve been so patient with me, Paul, and I truly appreciate that. I don’t think I am ready yet for any physical love-making.” She paused. “But if you trust me — really trust me — I think I know a way to provide you, both of us, some relief.”

I liked the sounds of relief, although the “trust me” part caused a bit of concern. Not that I didn’t trust Mia, I did and she knew that. So the fact that she felt she had to emphasize the need for trust got me a little nervous. “I am going to do something that will feel very strange for you. It is perfectly safe and I will be doing it to myself at the same time.” I nodded and she continued. “You don’t have to do anything, not yet anyway. So just relax and go with it.”

Mia reached out and put her two hands on my chest. I could feel a slight tingle of energy from her hands, and the tingle spread across my chest, up and down, until it completely surrounded my body. It felt like a thousand butterfly wings just barely brushing my skin. A translucent haze formed around my skin and I looked down at my legs and saw that I was becoming semi-see-through. I gasped, but felt Mia’s hand pushing on my chest. “You see, Paul, you can feel my hand. Your body is still there, still solid, still intact.”

“So why can I see through it?” I asked with no small amount of tension in my voice.

“It’s not easy to explain so think about it this way: you are a split second out of phase with the world around you. Your atoms, your physical self, vibrate at a set frequency, in sync with the rest of the physical universe. If they didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to interact with other matter — you would wave your hand through a wall and feel nothing. Right now, you are still vibrating at that frequency but your vibrations are occurring an infinitesimally small amount of time before those of the physical world. The vibrations are close enough that there is still some adhesion to the physical world, but far enough that there is some space between you. I’m vibrating in phase with you right now. But I’m going to change that.”

The shimmer around Mia changed subtly. I could still feel her hand but it was not quite as substantial. “Now we are both out of phase with each other and the world around us. So now you have to trust me.” I was a little freaked out: I was out of phase with the universe and only NOW we were getting to the part that required trust? Mia removed her hand and stood at the end of the bed. “Now don’t move, no matter what. Ready?” she asked. I nodded.

Mia fell backwards, arms at her sides. My first impulse was to catch her but I remembered her command to not move so I stayed still, expecting to feel Mia’s petite body land on mine. But it didn’t. A rush of energy passed over me like gust of wind, and the tingling intensified dramatically. “Are you OK? Still with me?” I heard Mia ask. I didn’t get the bad joke embedded in her question until later. Not only was I “still with her,” I was literally “within” her. Or she was within me. Or both. I’m still not sure. All I knew is that I was sharing space with Mia, her energy touching but not colliding with mine. I could feel my heart beating, but I could almost as distinctly feel hers too. She raised her hand, and I felt her muscles flex. “Did you feel that?” she asked.

“I did,” I replied in a somewhat squeakier voice than befits a man of my age and stature.

She raised her hand to her face and ran her fingertip around her lips. The sensation was amazing, I could feel her lips being gently teased by her fingertips. “Now you,” she instructed. I raised my finger to my lips and lightly rubbed back and forth. “Mmmm, that feels nice,” Mia purred. “How about this?” She placed her fingertips on one of her nipples and squeezed gently. A lightning bolt shot through the pleasure center of my brain.

“Wow!” I cried. “Is that what you feel when I touch your breast?”

“Almost. You are not feeling all of the sensation that I feel, but since we are co-locating our energy, the sensation you do feel is super-charged. Now watch this.” She lifted her hand from her nipple and I suddenly felt a light touch on mine, followed by a firm squeeze.

“Owww!” I exclaimed.

Mia giggled, “Sorry. Guys nipples must be wired differently. I felt the jolt of pain too, if it makes you feel any better. Now, reach out and touch where you think my nipple would be.” I complied and felt her nipple with my fingers, not quite there, but also felt that same zing of pleasure as when she touched it. “You are feeling what your fingers would normally feel when touching me, but you are also feeling what I am feeling. So when I do this,” at which she started squeezing both of her nipples, “you feel it. And when I do this,” and pinched me again, “You feel it too.”

My brain was pretty overwhelmed but that didn’t last long. Because Mia had reached down and taken my cock into her out-of-phase hand and was rubbing it. To me, it felt like a hand wearing a silk glove rubbing me. “Wow,” Mia said, “THAT’S what that feels like. I can see why you guys can’t keep your hands off it. This is nice.” I couldn’t agree more. Getting a bit bolder — probably the result of feeling my cock rapidly hardening — I raised my fingers to my lips, licked them (which caused a very slight shiver through Mia) and fumbled around until I found Mia’s clit (which caused significantly more than a slight shiver) and my head nearly exploded. Even veiled by my slightly dampened connection to Mia’s nerves, the sensation of feeling her clitoris rubbed was amazing. It had the intensity, and almost painful quality, of the extreme sensitivity my penis gets immediately after cumming, where any additional pressure is just too much. But all I was feeling was the intensity and the pleasure; the sensation was nowhere near pain.

I was distracted momentarily by Mia cupping her hands beneath my balls and cooing loudly. “I can see why you enjoy this so much, too.” She started squeezing more firmly on my sac and speeded up her long strokes. It took her a moment to find a comfortable rhythm — she had never really stroked my cock from this angle before — but she was a very fast learner. Not wanting to be outdone, I continued rubbing her clit in small circles, occasionally teasing the top of her pussy lips, which prompted a small gasp from both of us. “Lower,” I heard her whisper, and I complied, letting my finger stray further down, separating her labia and stroking the very outer edge.

It was difficult concentrating. Two distinct sets of arousing sensations were flooding my brain, and I had to remember which one I was actually inducing. I remembered — duh — that I have two hands and from this angle I could easily rub her clit with one hand while continuing to tease her lips with the other. So I did. Which made both of us very happy. As she always does, Mia became very moist very quickly. I could feel the ethereal wetness inside Mia and a faint bit of it on my finger tip. “Inside, please,” she hissed at me, “put it inside.” While continuing the clit rubbing I pushed my finger through the outer lips and penetrated Mia. What an odd sensation. I could feel something inside me. Inside ME. Not as clearly as I could feel Mia stroking me, but I without question felt a finger inside me. I squirmed a bit, then heard Mia breathlessly whisper, “Relax. Go with it.” So I did. And the sudden rush of sensation was almost blinding. Completely without warning, Mia began to cum.

I have had intense, almost violent orgasms in my life. Many at the hands of Mia. But feeling her orgasm, the spontaneous slingshot of muscles and nerves, was incredible. I was momentarily stunned that women don’t fly apart at the seams every time they cum. I was feeling a reduced version of what Mia was feeling and still I was overwhelmed by the pleasure. Mia, who had experienced this many times before, was clearly enjoying the orgasm as well but gamely continued stroking my cock and squeezing — a little harder than I would have liked — my balls. The combination of feeling Mia’s orgasm rolling over me while she intensely rubbed my (our?) cock launched me over the edge moments after her.

It felt wonderful. The light touch of Mia’s almost phantom hand continued as I released my cum and felt it launch into the air. The sensation was so pleasurable that for a moment I didn’t hear the loud moan coming from what felt like the inside of my head. But it was a higher pitch moan. Mia. Much the same way I had experienced her orgasm — which had not yet subsided completely, by the way — she was experiencing mine. And, I would guess that someone who is as adept at sensing and discerning energy as she is must have been able to feel every contraction, every pulse, and every drop as it passed through me and out into the (slightly out-of-phase) physical world at almost the same intensity as I did. And she seemed to really like it! She did her best to prolong the orgasm, alternately stroking and squeezing. Fortunately she experienced, at the same moment I did, the sudden increase in sensitivity in my post-climactic penis which prompted her to ease off and let the orgasmic wave finish its course.

A minute or two ticked by during which time we touched and explored each other’s hot and slightly sweaty bodies. While the orgasm(s) were amazing, and getting to experience a female orgasm from the inside, so to speak, was unforgettable, I think my favorite part of the whole activity was the few minutes after we both came. Lying there, literally inside each other, enmeshed but not bound. I don’t know what she was feeling from me, but I could feel just a tiny fraction of the energy that pulsed within her. It was like putting your hand on the door of a furnace: you feel the heat but it’s nothing compared to what’s inside. It must be empowering and terrifying to be that close to that amount of energy, all the time. I had a new appreciation for the near miss we’d had on that first day together. And a deeper respect for the focus and strength Mia must exert every moment of every day.

Sensing that I was focusing on her energy, Mia said, “You’re feeling my real heartbeat. You felt the physical one before when we first occupied the same space, but what you feel now is my energetic heartbeat. That’s what I maintain and nurture. That’s what I try to share with the world.”

“Does it scare you?” I asked.

“No. It feels powerful but the energy is mostly harmless. It only became dangerous when I was careless and let the energy we created grow uncontrolled and undirected. In its current state, all of that positive energy could be released and it would feel like a gentle breeze blowing past you. It would find its way into people and other living creatures and they would feel good as a result. But that kind of release is too random. It’s better to have a target and a reason.”

“Like Elaine,” I said.

“Like Elaine,” she agreed.

I felt an odd sensation, like when you are trying to remove a soaking wet shirt and it momentarily clings to you before letting go, and then was looking at Mia’s back floating above me. Her translucence faded, and she rotated herself upright and floated silently to the floor. She laid her hands on me and I was once again back in phase with the rest of the world.

“Did you enjoy that,” she asked warmly.

“I did. The sensations were amazing and the whole concept is mind-boggling.” I paused and took her hand. “But my favorite part was being that close to you.” She squeezed my hand.

“Me too.” She lay down on the bed, looking at me. “And for not actually having sex, it’s a lot of fun. What is the saying? ‘Masturbation is sex with someone you love.’ That’s kinda what we did.” She gave me an innocent and inquiring look. “Right?”

“Sure. Whatever you say,” is what I said aloud. “I have no idea what we just did,” is what I said to myself, “but it was amazing.”

I drifted off to sleep, my brain replaying the mind-blowing experience in graphic detail. And then it was Saturday.

I awoke with Mia tucked in beside me, her arm draped lazily over me. I rolled on to my back and cracked my eyelids slightly; the warm glow of the morning sun was bathing the room in golden light and I had to let my eyes adjust for a moment. The sound of the pouring rain outside the window was soothing and I smiled to myself, knowing that a rainy day would be a perfect excuse to stay …

Wait. Huh?

My eyes snapped open and after a few seconds of blinding glare, they adjusted and I observed two things in rapid succession. First, it was in fact raining, quite steadily. Second — and certainly most disorienting — what I thought was the warm glow of the morning sun was actually a golden glow that was surrounding and apparently emanating from me.

I can count the number of times that I have been giving off a golden glow in my life: zero. I have at various times over the past few months been enrobed in the field of energy that surrounds Mia. But a quick turn of my head revealed that while I was glowing gold, Mia remained blissfully asleep, giving off her usual pale orange shimmer. Mia’s arm was still lying across my chest so I touched it to see if anything felt different. Nope. I felt the now-familiar slight tingle of Mia at rest but nothing unusual, not that I really knew if I’d have recognized anything different anyway. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, counted slowly to ten, and reopened them. Still glowing.

I was about to wake Mia when I noticed the first change. I felt an uncomfortable bubbling sensation in my knee, the one that had been operated on years ago. There was no pain, but it felt like air bubbles were gurgling just below the skin. I then watched in amazement as the faded pink surgical scar briefly turned gold, then flesh tone, and finally disappeared entirely. It took me years after my surgery to get so used to the slight tightness in the tendons around my knee that I no longer noticed it. So when that tightness went away, I felt it immediately. A discomfort that I had become so used to was suddenly gone. I flexed my leg gingerly to see what would happen — and nothing happened. And “nothing” had never felt so good. No stiffness, no pain, just effortless motion. Part of me wanted to leap to my feet and run around the room like a 5-year old on Christmas morning. But then I felt the strange bubbling start in my abdomen.

I have always tried to keep myself in good shape. As I left my 20′s behind and ran headlong into my 30′s it took me awhile to recognize that my body did not recover as quickly or completely after strenuous — and some may say unrealistically aggressive — physical activity. My days of running vast distances and lifting heavy weights in the gym were long gone, replaced by cycling and an occasional round of calisthenics on the floor of my bedroom. I was still quite fit for a guy in his mid-30′s but hardly a perfect specimen. I never, for example, had achieved the washboard abs that so many of us jealously coveted, hating the men and women in the gym for whom they seemed to come so effortlessly. So, it was with no small surprise that I watched the skin on my belly start to ripple and stretch. It looked like one of those vacuum food sealers, sucking the air out of a bag of Portuguese sandwich rolls. Where once there had been a flat, ever-so-slightly rounded tummy was now a very firm and well-defined six-pack of abs. I had very little time to react to my newly chiseled mid-section as the odd bubbling sensation moved up to my chest where some modest swelling and cutting began — think gymnast, not body-builder.

As good as my transforming body looked, it felt remarkable. I was aware of simmering power at my disposal, not itching to explode but rather comfortably coiled and ready for action. I had never felt so, well, so safe and alive in my own skin. The bubbling and accompanying changes continued up to my shoulders and arms, leaving firm and well-defined muscles behind. I was similarly aware of the dull ache in my arches disappearing and a feeling of tireless strength spreading through my legs. My waist slowly rose an inch off the bed as my glutes firmed, marking the last body parts to be enhanced by this miraculous golden glow. Or so I thought.

Throughout the whole process, which took no more than 45 seconds, I repeatedly glanced over at Mia to see if she had moved or was doing anything obvious. She remained motionless, her breathing slow and regular, the steady orange glow around her never wavering.

After a momentary pause, during which I was surveying my new — what else would I call it? — body, I felt my cock twitch involuntarily. Then again. And again. I couldn’t consciously feel anything touching my penis, but the nerves were reacting to something. It twitched again and the flaccid few inches of my sleep-weary cock started to harden. My mind flashed back to the diner on the first day I met Mia, when she performed an awe-inspiring blowjob on me without ever physically touching me. This felt different, though. When Mia performed her oral magic on me in the diner, I was aware of every sensation she was providing: her lips, her fingertips, her tongue and throat. Every touch was invisible but recognizable. What I was experiencing now provided no discernible sensation. I felt no stroking or fondling. Yet I was growing hard and getting very aroused. Something was by-passing the nerves and was tapped into the pleasure center of my brain.

My cock had become fully erect and the indescribable feeling spread to my scrotum. Every lick, squeeze and caress I had ever felt on my balls was distilled into a pure sensation of ecstasy. Other than rising to attention, my cock remained motionless. The pace of my breathing was beginning to increase as the pleasurable sensation continued to grow. But that was not the only thing growing, I quickly learned. I watched in rapt fascination as my 7-inch cock started to grow. I felt no stretching or pulling, but my cock had begun to lengthen and thicken. Again, my brain flashed back to Mia’s early demonstration of her ability where she poured her energy into me as she stroked and massaged my penis and I watched in shock as she made my cock double in size under her tender ministrations. But she was not stroking me now, nor was anyone or anything that I was aware of. I was simply getting bigger.

And it felt glorious.

I doubt if there is any mathematical correlation between cock size and the amount of potential pleasure produced; that is a nice way of saying that I don’t think guys with big pricks naturally receive more pleasure by virtue of increased length or surface area. At least that is what I have told myself all these years. Sue me. So as I watched my penis grow longer, it was not as though the increase in the mind-numbing pleasure I was feeling appeared to have anything to do with the length itself. All I can say is that the pleasure grew. My balls appeared to be growing as well, and although the unbelievable sensation that was engulfing them was also increasing, they did not appear to be expanding as dramatically as my cock. I wasn’t complaining, just an observation.

I was beginning to grow a bit concerned — or as concerned as you can get while you are experiencing an unparalleled level of sexual arousal and pure joy — about exactly how long my cock was going to get. And thick. My enlarging penis was widening in proportion to its length and the width had surpassed soda can and was rapidly approach wine bottle. I was transfixed. My eyes were spellbound by the penile transformation while the rest of my senses were swirling at the intense pleasure that had engulfed me. I needn’t have been concerned about my cock length, relatively speaking. I am not sure the exact measurements at which the expansion stopped, but while I was as long and large as any dick in porn, I had not reached circus sideshow proportions.

There it stood. My cock, in all its glory. Straight up, motionless, like an obelisk in the town square. My mind couldn’t process what was going on fast enough. I saw this thing sticking up out of me. I could feel it, sense it, but could not discern anything touching it. Yet the feeling of sexual arousal was accelerating. I was frightened at what might happen when I finally reached orgasm, that I might pass out or just split in two. But any fear was dwarfed by my excitement. I could feel the start of my climax as a slow steady heat building up inside me. Much like, or maybe the result of, the lengthening of my penis, the period of buildup seemed to be similarly growing. Those delicious fleeting moments when you know you are about to cum and are enjoying the anticipatory razor-sharp feeling before release usually last for a second or two, if you are lucky. I lost track of time during those moments, as I inched closer and closer, some unseen dial being turned agonizingly and ecstatically slowly, guiding me closer and closer to the edge.

Three things happened almost simultaneously in the following order: my groin trembled; Mia’s eyes opened; and I began to cum.

A thick rope of cum jetted skyward, rather a bit higher than I would have expected something that long and seemingly heavy to ascend. To say the pulse of sperm that had just been launched from my cock felt good would be an understatement of epic proportions. I briefly imagined that this is what a fire hose would feel if it, you know, had a brain and could actually feel things. That ill-formed thought was quickly erased from my brain as a second pulse, as high and as powerful as the first, gushed out of my enormous penis. I was vaguely aware of a “splat” from across the room as the first jet of cum had finally reached the top of its arc, turned earthward, and landed on the marble floor of the bedroom. But virtually all of my attention was focused on the sight of my eerily-still cock firing load after load into the air.

I heard Mia whisper aloud, mostly to herself, “Ooooooh my.” At that point I couldn’t tell if it was alarm, amazement or arousal in her voice. “Ooooooo my,” she repeated and tentatively reached her hand out to touch my shaft about midway between head and root. As her fingertip came to rest on my cock, I felt it twitch, the only movement it had made since the rapid unexplained growth had begun. Her finger felt good. She rubbed her fingertip a tiny amount up and then down the shaft and again it felt wonderful. Unlike the invisible cloud of rapture that seemed to have enveloped but never actually touched my cock and balls, the touch of Mia’s fingers was unmistakable and delightful. As if the continuous and explosive ejection of semen was not more pleasure than I could rationally comprehend, the warm tingle from Mia’s fingertips added seamlessly to the sensations. She laid another finger on the shaft, then another, rubbing all but her pinky and thumb up and down in increasingly long strokes.

And still I came. I don’t know how, but I did. Mia grasped my shaft, her hand barely reaching halfway around and stroked upward to just below the tip. Unlike the normal sensitivity I’d feel during and after climax, the stroking just felt good, better than good, amazing even. I felt like I could sit back and bask in Mia’s caresses for hours without ever tiring. But there was this small detail of the continuous streams of cum that kept erupting. I must have been cumming for a good — very good — 20 seconds and felt no noticeable change in the sensation to indicate I might be slowing down. But a few seconds later, I noticed that the next rope that I ejaculated was smaller and thinner than the previous who-knows-how-many. The next one was smaller still and the next barely cleared my pee hole before falling to the bed. A continuous flow of cum dribbled out for another 10 seconds or so and at last this mammoth orgasm coasted to a stop.

The rapturous feeling surrounding my cock and the exquisite friction that Mia’s hand was delivering, however, did not stop. I was breathless and confused. I saw that the orgasm had ended and yet that electric feeling of orgasmic pleasure still hung all over me. For her part, Mia had yet to look up, her gaze locked on her hand as it traveled a few inches up and down my motionless and very long penis. I heard her giggle, a giddy and child-like giggle like she was seeing something she’d never imagine could be real. Which was not far from where my brain was at that moment.

At last, Mia stopped stroking me and turned her head to look at me. The expression on her face was equal parts wonder and confusion. “Oh, Paul,” she said, “What have you done?”

What have “I” done, I thought to myself. “What have ‘I’ done?” I replied to Mia. “You think I did this?”

Mia smiled. “Well, it wasn’t me, although I approve whole-heartedly. But I was asleep. And since I know it wasn’t me, this must be your doing.”

I looked at her like she was speaking a foreign language, not processing what she was saying. “How could I have done this?” I exclaimed.

“That’s an excellent question,” Mia said. “That’s why I looked so surprised to see you in this, uh, condition. Let me think for a second.” She removed her hand from my cock, which was a little disappointing but given the events of the previous couple of minutes I wasn’t in a position to feel gypped about anything. “What were you thinking about before this all happened?” Mia asked.

I thought for a moment. The cloud of orgasmic bliss had begun to slowly subside, which made thinking marginally easier than it might have been. “I was asleep. I didn’t have any particularly vivid dreams. I woke up surrounded by this glow. Before I knew what was happening my body started changing.” Mia nodded then shook her head, as if an explanation had popped into her head and was summarily dismissed. “Well, I can tell you honestly, Paul, that I did not do this to you. I would never do anything to you without your permission.” She paused. “What about last night, before we went to sleep?”

The memory of our erotic co-location and sharing of sensations sent a warm rush through my loins. “When we went to sleep I was still trying to get my mind around what you, what we did. The closeness of it, the incredible intimacy. And the sensations. I could not have imagined feeling anything like that and I felt so, I don’t know, overwhelmed that you’d share yourself with me like that.” I paused for a second and looked away. “And I guess I wondered if I really deserved it. All the things you’ve shown me, the experiences you’ve given me are more than I could ever repay. I have no way to adequately show my appreciation, to do for you even a fraction of what you’ve done for me.”

A knowing and beatific smile crossed Mia’s lovely lips and she took my hands in hers. “That explains it,” she said. “I was right. You did this.” Again, I looked at her like she was speaking Swahili. “The last thing you were thinking as you went to sleep was that you had no way to pay me back or show your appreciation for what we’ve shared. That kind of sentiment is very powerful. It’s pure and unselfish. Somewhere deep in your unconscious mind you were trying to think of what you could give me in return for everything you think I’ve given you.” She laid a hand on my cheek and turned my head to face her. “And you were sleeping next to a nuclear reactor of positive energy who was pouring herself into you, in gratitude for what YOU had chosen to share with ME.”

I didn’t completely understand her at that point, but I thought to myself, is she saying what I think she’s saying? Mia began laughing, a kind and heart-warming laugh, and yet tears started to stream down her face. “You were at a loss of what you could give me, so your unconscious mind devised the most appropriate gift it could think of: the best ‘you’ possible. You’re still you, but you wanted to become what the feminine ideal for you. Healthy. Ripped. Virile. Hung like a horse with a seemingly unstoppable libido.” She shook her head in amazement. “And because of the purity of the desire to do something spectacular for me, fueled by the energy that was surrounding us, not to mention your own wide-open floodgate of sexual power, your gift manifested itself. You did this for me.” She grabbed my head and kissed me, hard, squeezing my neck until I thought it might pop off, even with my enhanced version 2.0 neck muscles.

Mia looked me up and down like a tiger inspecting a side of beef. A glaze of lust began to cloud her eyes and she licked her lips slowly and hungrily. Suddenly she shook her head as if trying to clear out cobwebs, grabbed my hands again and leaned in, her nose practically touching mine. “Let me be very clear about this, Paul. You owe me nothing. You understand? Nothing. As much as you want to thank me for the wonderful and previously unimaginable experiences we’ve shared, you don’t have to. Remember who and what I am. I need this. This is how I sustain myself. I could live a sheltered and dull life, absorbing minute amounts of energy and multiplying it by conventional interactions with the world. But that would be a waste, an insult to the gift I’ve been given. I have the ability to create and share pure blissful energy — how could I possibly want to do that halfway? More than ever, the world needs positive energy, love, fun, sex, laughter. Everything we’ve shared. And the only way I can do any of these things is by pooling energy, mine and what you’ve chosen to share with me. Do you see? You’ve given me so much and it’s precious to me. I couldn’t live without it.”

I was speechless. This magical woman who had changed my life was thanking me. I couldn’t form words and wouldn’t have known what to say if I could. I stared dumbly back into the earnest and loving gaze Mia was giving me. “I know you’re grateful,” she said. “I can feel your gratitude. The first day we met, when you asked ‘Why Me?’ your appreciation for what was happening was so obvious and was a big part of why I wanted to share all of this with you. I know. I’ll always know.” Her eyes wandered back up and down my body. “You didn’t have to do this for me.” She looked back into my eyes. “But thank you.”

Not many people can say that Emma Watson was among their first memories.

I can’t totally say it either, since I was already nine when I first met her. But that was among the first memories of my real life, nonetheless.

Before then, me and my parents lived anonymously in America, while my father worked on movie crews. Yet when he got himself on the crew of something called “Harry Potter” in 1999, we lived anonymously in England. And unlike other kids settling into a new home, I got to visit a huge movie set in the meantime.

It didn’t escape me that the three kids starring in this thing were about my age. Including the girl with the bushy brown hair.

While meeting that little girl was one of my first memories of England, it was too long ago to remember specific details. The gist of what I remember is that she was nice to me, and it helped me feel more secure in this strange set land. And it was pleasant enough for her to keep talking to me when I visited the set of the next seven sequels.

After over a decade, everyone on the Harry Potter series was finally out of a job — my father included. By the time the final film came out in America, I had finished college in London, leaving myself in need of a job as well. But I couldn’t find anything for the next several months — yet had saved enough money to fly to America in spring 2012.

I needed some time away to clear my head — whether visiting my first home for the first time in 13 years would help or not. I arrived in Los Angeles in early March 2012, eager to see the sights although I was the furthest thing from star struck. After all, I somewhat knew certain stars before they were famous.

In fact, someone walked down the street that kind of looked like one of them. It was a young woman, so that narrowed down who it might be.

She was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn’t tell if she had the star’s distinctive brown eyes. Her hair was a little long, or at least longer than when the star famously cut it two years ago. She had a white shirt and a medium sized skirt that still showed off a trim, lovely figure — but I couldn’t say for sure if it matched up to the star’s figure.

I got those thoughts out of my head and did the one thing that would solve the mystery — talk to her. “Excuse me?” I asked as the young woman was going by.

She stopped, so it seemed she’d be polite enough to answer — and if she answered in a sweet English accent, I’d have my own answer.

“Robert? Is that you?” she answered. Well, the accent was only the second biggest giveaway.

Once I shook off my shock to smile at her, Emma Watson broke into a bigger smile and added an all too brief hug. “What are you doing back here?” she asked afterwards.

“I haven’t been back here in this century. This is more your home than mine,” I pointed out. “I’m just passing through here. Are you doing the same? And who’s filming you in the meantime?”

“Sofia Coppola, actually,” Emma answered. “I get to play with and pretend to steal starlet’s accessories for research. I just came out of an exhausting session now.”

I resisted the urge to joke about what Hermione Granger would say about stealing. At least one person would in front of Emma. “Are you already shooting? I’m here for the week, so if you are….” I hinted.

“Damn, it’s next week, actually,” Emma sighed, which disappointed me despite her amusing cursing. “Maybe I can get you a pass into the pre-production. Your father did it all the time, how hard can it be?”

“You don’t have to find out on my account,” I assured, halfway to be nice.

“Nonsense. With everything you’ve seen, you could probably teach the regular crew a thing or two,” Emma commented. “Wait, are you actually in the….family business?”

“No. Not in any business at the moment,” I admitted before I knew any better.

“Really?” Emma wondered. I supposed if I’d made myself look like a bum already, there was no point in not going all the way.

“Yeah, I don’t have anything in the non-movie world yet. Just here on vacation to forget about it, but I guess that’s hit a snag,” I said with unplanned sarcasm.

“We trusted you and your father on one of the biggest film sets ever, and no other employees trust you?” Emma recapped. “Seems a might peculiar, doesn’t it?”

“I’ve told myself that, trust me,” I semi-joked, less eager to talk about me at the moment. But Emma hadn’t hit her limit.

“You’re really sure you’re not interested in being a crewman?” Emma asked. “I could….ask around and see if something’s available on the movie. There’d be a bunch of technicalities to get through, but we could take care of all that.”

“Whoh, who said….whoh,” I stammered. “You can’t just offer me a job. I have no experience. And I’m technically a foreigner.”

“You had 10 years to observe how the job is done. And you come from a pretty solid legacy, and you already have an in with the star. Jobs have been secured here with far less,” Emma joked. “Really, just tell me where you’re staying, and I’ll get back to you with any updates.”

I was half incredulous that I was even talking to Emma, half overwhelmed to actually get a job offer, and 90 percent in disbelief that this was serious. “Well, I mean, if you have spare time,” I gave my permission.

I gave her my motel address, and exchanged more contact information and a few other words before she took her leave. I watched in awe, both from the situation and on how she was walking away from me in those heels.

But this was surreal enough without me secretly checking her out — as if my small but long history with her didn’t make it creepy enough. Still, nothing would come out of that, just as nothing would come out of her supposed talk with her new movie crew.

So when Emma visited my motel two days later and told me I had an interview to be part of “The Bling Ring” crew, I really should have seen the rest coming.

At that moment, however, I was just overwhelmed by the good fortune up to that point. It continued when Emma stuck around and we actually kept talking.

“So I guess we might be together again on set. For the first time as fellow employees,” I clarified quickly.

“And for the second time in your first few days at a new country,” Emma remembered.

“You remembered that little detail, huh?” I was semi-surprised.

“It was my first day shooting a movie, you know,” Emma recalled. “Me, Dan and Rupert were in the same boat, of course. But you were nervous and shy and you’d just entered a new world too, in a whole different sense. That kind of helped me feel easier too.”

“Huh. Eight movies, thousands of interviews, and that’s what you actually keep from the press. And other people,” I tried to sound playful. Emma rolled her eyes comically, so she seemed to get the gist of it.

“Well, you sure seemed to turn out all right. And you seem to be okay in the Muggle world. But since you’re already half-Muggle,” I got nerdy, but that was all the nerdiness I wanted to show her. Then again, I didn’t have much else to go on.

“Being at Hogwarts’ is paying off for you too, now,” Emma noted.

“Assuming I get the job. Even then, what do I do after that?” I neared my preferred limit of self-pity around Emma.

“You’ll think of something. Your father worked on a franchise that actually had eight good movies. Some of that rare movie genius had to be passed down at some point,” Emma reasoned.

“Maybe it’s still on American time or something,” I lamely tried to joke and catch up. Fortunately, that didn’t throw Emma off.

“It’s funny. I made my peace with saying goodbye to it. You were a small part of it for a few days in every movie. But now, here you are from out of the blue, and here I am, and we might be working together again after all,” Emma wowed.

“Is it all right to brag that not even J.K could dream that up?” I got back into joking mode. It helped me brush aside how she said we’d be working together.

“I don’t know if she could,” Emma answered. “It’s just so weird. We never talked for that long over 10 years. But yet you keep popping up.”

“I’m not trying to on purpose. I don’t follow you around like that,” I said, although that probably wasn’t necessary.

“I know you don’t. But here we are,” Emma said softly. That didn’t help keep my imagination under control.

We were standing near the bed at this point, as Emma was studying my face. I had to study her’s right back, yet that wasn’t a tall order. With her beautiful, bottomless brown eyes concentrating on me, and the rest of her face facing mine, I wanted to take that in as long as possible.

But Emma stopped me from watching her eyes by suddenly closing them. Then I stopped breathing when her lips connected onto mine.

She only kissed me for two seconds, but I started breathing again four seconds after that. My brain reactivated moments later, trying to decide on the best first reaction.

Initially, I was disappointed she stopped before I could kiss back and properly enjoy it. I almost moved in to kiss her and make up for it, but the sensible part of my mind rebooted just in time. Now I actually had to think about this and be realistic.

Yet when I looked at her, she looked uncertain and confused — but not apologetic. She even seemed somewhat flustered.

Emma Watson was flustered about kissing me. And unsure of what to do next — as if the only answer wasn’t to apologize, go away and laugh about almost hooking up with me. Maybe she was just too nice to look that way — and she was exceedingly nice, so it wouldn’t be surprising.

Yet she still didn’t look like she was taking it back. She even seemed to be waiting for my next move. Her, waiting on me.

Her — the girl I saw grow up in front of my eyes, like the rest of the world. Only I saw her do it a little closer than most, if only for a few days per year. That little frizzy haired girl who was nice to a little boy in a new country for a few moments — and now she was this famous, gorgeous, legal young woman who actually kissed me first.

It felt like one of those coming full circle moments you might mock in movies. In real life, the thought empowered me to come closer and put my hand on her cheek. I gave Emma enough time to pull away, and savor how she felt softer than I could have guessed until then. Yet she kept standing there.

I swiped my thumb over her cheek and saw her eyes darken, almost seductively — and that was enough waiting for me.

My lips connected to hers this time, as I kept my hand on her cheek and put my other arm around her waist. She did the same with her hands, while her lips rubbed deeper against mine. I groaned into her mouth as I felt her body pressed against mine — and when she moaned back in such an enticing tone, I opened my mouth right up.

After the initial thrill of our tongues colliding, we actually began to slow down. This gave us enough foresight to move and sit on the edge of the bed. Still slightly afraid that it’d give Emma enough time to snap out of it, I resumed kissing her right away.

I suckled on her luscious bottom lip, and Emma coaxing my tongue into her mouth so she could suckle it back. I put my left hand onto her hair, which felt perfect regardless of length. My other hand went on her waist, unsure of whether to go higher or lower. But I could feel her left hand on my body, taking the same route.

When I felt her hand go lower, mine went lower in kind. Our lips and tongues didn’t break, but we still groaned as we neared our potential targets. I went first and pushed Emma’s skirt back to feel the top of her slender leg. In return, she lifted my shirt to feel the bare skin of my lower stomach.

As I felt up her leg, I took my other hand and tried to see if I could unbutton Emma’s shirt. Her other hand helped me out, and when we got far enough, we finally broke and removed our hands from each other. Emma soon got her shirt off all the way, and I did the same with mine.

Now I was bare chested while Emma’s pink bra, and the very nicely rounded contents of it, was on display. This was the latest and perhaps last chance for us to come to our senses, but I’d given her enough outs already. I put my hand back on her leg, then when she put hers on my belt, I knew what the next step had to be.

I brushed my middle finger across the surface of her panties. The texture of them, and the groan Emma let out, both reminded me of velvet. I circled the finger around, brought my thumb into it, and was rewarded with Emma pulling my zipper down.

I put my finger on the border of her panties, but stopped. This time I’d see if Emma would make the next step forward. When she reached her hand past my zipper, I had my answer.

My finger was into her panties just as she pulled my erection out. With less warning than I probably should have given, I slid my finger inside her. The feel of her wet area, the louder sounds of Emma’s moaning and the sight of her hand around my cock — not to mention the tighter grip a second later — made me have to catch my breath.

I only got enough back not to pass out when Emma moved her hand up and down my shaft. Common courtesy gave me the will to thrust my finger around in kind. After the initial pleasantries and adjustments, we began a fair rhythm of mutual pleasuring.

I darted my eyes from Emma’s hand job to the sight of my hand up Emma’s skirt. I then remembered to also check out her bare waist, it’s soft curves, it’s perfect looking skin and the flattering bra still up top. Then I looked further up and couldn’t bring myself to roam further.

There was a look of pure erotic concentration on Emma’s face, as I worked her over and she worked me in return. As she breathed heavier and gazed deeper at me, I couldn’t tear myself away. I curled my finger inside her to make her break, then she swiped her thumb over my head and looked at me a bit….cocky, to use the most obvious word ever.

“How do you feel?” I somehow recovered to ask. But I really wanted to start getting her talking now.

“Fabulous,” Emma answered. “Sorry my hand is dry.”

“No problem,” I groaned as it went faster.

“I think it should go somewhere wetter later,” Emma said. “A much nicer fit for this nice, big wanker.” After a pause, she asked, “Or should I say cock here?”

“Either one,” I gritted my teeth, trying to not to lose control from hearing her lovely voice say both. But as she tugged and got wetter, it got a little harder. Everything did.

“Oh, fuck,” Emma cursed and made it all harder. Needing to thank her properly, my finger moved from side to side in her, and I let my thumb tug and rub around as well. Emma tugged and rubbed in kind, to the point where I looked away so I wouldn’t finish first.

I had little else to look at, save for Emma’s heaving chest and her determined face. I settled on watching her face, even as it got redder and as Emma started cursing under her breath. But we locked onto each other as our hands went faster and we got closer to going off.

Impulsively, I let my other hand shoot to her chest, getting my first feel of Emma’s bosom. When I felt her hardened nipple on my palm, Emma groaned, “Oh, fuck me….” — and that was it.

“Damn it!” I regretted, but I had no time for much else. I removed my hands from her breasts and pussy and laid on the bed, if only so my cum would land on my stomach — or at least not shoot up on my face. As I came down, I also realized that facing Emma after I couldn’t make her cum first would be awkward.

I didn’t hear her try to finish herself off, so that might have been some kind of sign. My eyes stayed closed, but I didn’t hear any noise from Emma or the bed. When I finally heard her getting up, I opened my eyes to face the music.

I caught Emma just in time to see her standing above me — studying the cum that had landed on my stomach and lower body. Yet she then dropped to her knees and started getting it all off with her tongue.

Emma gave me the sexiest look as she licked my cum off, just before I had to throw my head back. When I had the energy to lift it up, she stopped licking. Before I actually used my words to ask what was happening, she showed me by standing up and removing her skirt, followed by her pesky panties.

Now she was fully naked except for the bra. But when she turned around, it was her bare, peach shaped ass that had my full attention. Especially when Emma got onto the bed, turned her ass into my direction and lowered it over my face.

Once the rest of her hovered over me and she started licking my lower stomach again, I got the idea. If this was how I was going to finish the job, I owed her that much.

As I felt her tongue on me and finally saw what I had been fingering, I put my fingers on her ass and let my tongue do all the work this time. But my hands did help push her ass and pussy deeper against my mouth, then my face rubbed against her too. Yet my lips, tongue and teeth were going faster than all of them.

Emma groaned onto me, getting louder and louder until she was ready to go. Although I was dry now, she was quite another matter.

I licked her up as thoroughly as she’d licked up my remains, or at least tried to. I heard her catch her breath as her body relaxed over mine, leaving us frozen in the 69 position. I tried to break the ice by kissing the back of her upper leg, and getting in another squeeze on her ass. But eventually, she rolled herself off me.

I laid on the center of the bed, with Emma on my left, on her back and facing the other way. I wasn’t sure if that meant we were done, although there were a few things we hadn’t tried — but wouldn’t be able to for several minutes now. If that’s what she wanted.

“Oh, this is pretty stupid now,” I heard Emma say. I ignored the worst possible meanings for that — then found the best one as I saw her finally take off her bra.

With Emma fully naked at last, it reminded me to finish sliding my pants off. Once I sat up and did so, I looked down at Emma’s chest and still hard, rosy nipples. I’d already gotten a feel of one, but that was nothing compared to when I touched it bare.

Since Emma wasn’t stopping me, I took that as permission to lay next to her and do more with her breasts. Like circle my fingers around her nipples, go back and forth between kissing them, and then push her tits up to kiss more of them. They rested comfortably and perfectly in my hands as I glided my tongue over them, blew them and put them back in my mouth.

Emma let me do this for a while longer before she pulled my face from her chest and kissed me again. There was a bit of an aftertaste on her lips — but there was probably some on mine too, even after feasting on her boobs. Nevertheless, we put it aside and kept licking each other’s lips, tongues and mouths, as our hands got back into the mix.

This was the first time our bare naked bodies were pressed together, and it was the first time I let myself feel the rest of her silky, curved skin. I laid on my back and let Emma lie on top so I could properly glide my hands over her back, sides and ass. I even ducked my lips down to her neck and feasted there accordingly, breathing her in and rubbing my face across her upper chest.

Emma started grinding herself against me, now that our lower organs were started to recharge themselves. I made sure her’s were going again by sliding my hands back to her ass and stretching my fingers out. After circling her opening, I removed my left hand, put my index finger in my mouth to taste her on it, then put the wet finger back down and right into her.

Emma easily took in it, then started pushing her ass back against my hand. “That’s good….but I did say I wanted something bigger in there.”

I took my hands off her and had her go back, so I could see if my bigger tool was ready. It looked pretty close, but Emma didn’t leave anything to chance.

I sat up just as Emma put her face above my cock, then guided it into her mouth for the first time. It wouldn’t take long for it to get fully hard again, but Emma spent extra time on it, just in case. When she took it out, she examined it — then rubbed the head against her lips and soon rubbed the whole shaft against her face anyway.

Sure, she’s smart, funny, and incredibly attractive; but I had never fantasized about her in my entire life- honestly.

Things changed when my sister came home for the holiday season in December. She had recently graduated with honors from a top law school and was able to get a good job at a large firm in New York.

On the other hand, I lived at home with our parents and attended a nearby law school. Year end mid-terms were fast approaching and I considered it a huge relief to have her around to help me study. After all, what’s more motivating than a smart & sexy older sister?

With Sister’s Help

We were sitting in my room, home alone, and she looked at me with her large blue eyes and a smirk. Lizzie wore her old law school sweater and her long brown hair was tied in a ponytale. My binder was wide open and my books were on display. We were ready to study.

“Well aren’t you glad to see me?” she asked playfully. “I never thought I’d live to see the day where my little brother would be fawning for my help.”

I cringed at her teasing, “Yeah, well this stuff is hard. I mean, not all of it; criminal isn’t bad. Torts is okay. But contracts can be a real nightmare. Most of the time when people are talking in that class, I have no idea what’s going on. And don’t even get me started on that case book. It’s like I need a translator to decipher cases written in the early 16th century.”

“Stop being so sarcastic. The early 1900′s is not the 16th century.”

“Maybe to you it isn’t. Sorry, but I’m not a smarty pants like you are.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Smarty pants huh? I’m glad to see that law school hasn’t changed you. What’s next, are you going to call me a tattle tale if I let mom know that you need to study harder?”

“Very funny,” I replied.

Lizzie rubbed her hands together to show that she was ready to begin. “So…where should we start with this? The exam is next week right?”

“It is. And we could start with mutual-manifestation-of-assent, consideration, promissory estoppel, the mailbox rule…”

“Basically in everything that has to do with contract law…” she said, cutting me off.

“Pretty much. Like I said, I don’t know shit in that class.”

“Yikes. That’s kinda scary at this point. You should have at least known about those first points you mentioned by now.”

I sighed, “Yeah, well I don’t. It’s hopeless Liz. I might have to retake this class for another year, or even worse, I’m even considering dropping out of law school all together.”

“Cut it out,” she said playful, but with sincerity. “You’re a lot smarter than that and all you need is a little one-on-one attention. Believe me, contracts was no picnic for me either. Hardly anyone liked it. But I applied myself and got through it. I’m sure you can do the same if you work just a little harder at it.”

“Any useful tips?” I asked. “You make it sound so simple.”

“Try getting a study partner. It worked wonders for me.”

I winced, “But if everyone hates that class, how would learning it with them make contracts any easier?”

“That’s a great point. See, you’ve got enough logic & reasoning in your brain to pass this class. My study partner for contract wasn’t a first year student, he was second year student and he had the highest in his class. It was kind of like fate in a way because he had a huge crush on me, and I struggled in a class that he was great at. So we had a little deal going on which benefited both of us.”

“Well that’s the advantage of being a pretty girl,” I quipped. “I doubt there are many smart second year dudes lining up ready to tutor me in a class they’ve already passed. You’ll be gone in a few weeks, so there goes you being my study partner.”

She paused for a moment and it looked as though she was struggling with herself about what to say next.

“Fine,” Lizzie sighed. “I’m only telling you this secret because you’re my younger brother and I love you dearly, but my study partner and I had a little game which helped me learn contracts. It’s kinda dirty so you have to brace yourself if you want to hear it.”

“Hmm…now this is starting to get interesting. I’m listening…”

“Okay, well, we had a little game where I would basically suck his dick a lot…”

“Jeez!! Liz…talk about having an awkward conversation.”

She shrugged, “What? I warned you and you said you were interested. This is for your benefit, not mine.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right about that. And I still think this sounds interesting. Go on…”

“Well, we had a fun little thing going where he would write down the key notes for me to memorize, then when we had time, we would meet and he would quiz me on it. If I got the answer right, he let me indulge my little oral fixation with him. It was beneficial for both of us.”

“Oral fixation?” I asked in surprise. “This just keeps getting weirder and weirder.”

She gave me stern look as if she felt insulted. “I’m not a slut okay. Sluts don’t go to top law schools, nor do they graduate near the top of the class. I’ve been with less than 10 guys in my life. I’m a healthy young woman with needs like everyone else, and I’m trying to help you.”

For the first time in my life, my own sister struck a sexual cord with me. I’ve always thought of her as being really hot and a cool person, but hearing her talk so candidly about her carefully guarded sex life was a surprising thrill.

“I don’t think you’re a slut. Believe me, you’re one the smartest and classiest girls I’ve ever met. And I really do appreciate you helping me with all this. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all. You’ve always been really private about this sort of thing.”

“Good,” Lizzie nodded. “Now let’s carry on. I think it might be best if we stuck with traditional methods of studying in your case.”

I quickly interjected, “Whoa, wait a second. What happened to this new approach you were talking about? I never said that I wasn’t interested in hearing more about it.”

“Ummm…I don’t know if this is such a good idea anymore. I shouldn’t have even brought it up in the first place.”

“Hold on a minute here. Liz, I apologize if I was being immature and inappropriate a moment ago. I promise to be respectful of whatever it is you have to say about your unconventional study habits. It does sound very promising to my educational success.”

I tried my best to appeal to her strong sense of being a self-professed liberated feminist, and it appeared to work as she made her thinking face and gave it a thought.

“Alright,” she cautiously replied. “So…you should find a female partner to do that sort of stuff with. Now let’s move on.”

“Don’t you think if I had a girl to do sexual stuff with, I would be doing it already?”

“Fair enough,” she nodded. “Then why don’t you go out and find one? You should make an offer and suggest the whole studying thing.”

“I’m sure that would go over well. But seriously Liz, that does sound like an interesting set up you had. I know I’d be an expert in the law by now if I had a girl to do that kind of stuff with,” I replied.

“It certainly worked wonders for me,” she smiled. “I remember being in class thinking about sucking his cock after. He had a nice cock so I made an extra effort to memorize everything I needed to know so that I could suck it. Sometimes it would go the other way and he would perform oral on me. Contracts went from being my most dreaded class, to being my favorite. I never thought my oral fetish would ever pay off the way that it did.”

A sudden surge rushed through my body and I found myself becoming sexually aroused hearing her talk like that.

Her eyes squinted and she looked down at my crotch. “Is that…Is that what I think it is?”

“Did I just give my little brother an erection?” she asked with a grin.

“Oh god this is humiliating. What did you expect Liz? That was a pretty provocative story, and in case you didn’t notice, you’re hot.”

“So you think I’m hot and now I gave you a hard on? Well I’m glad to know that family boundaries don’t mean anything to you,” she teased.

“Hey, I’m just being honest here. You’re the one telling dirty stories about giving oral to assist in your study habits.”

“And it worked didn’t it?”

“Apparently so,” I replied. “And I’m sure it would make a great gift for the holidays as well.”

There was a sudden awkward pause in the room as we both realized what I had just let slip. I was speechless and she looked like she was holding back her laughter.

“So…my little brother wants a blowjob from me huh? Or did you want to eat my pussy?” she asked with a smile.

I tried my best to do damage control. “You know that isn’t what I meant. You’re really pretty and all, but…”

“But you’re saying that you wouldn’t accept a blowjob if I offered one?”

“I…um…well no…maybe…” I stammered, struggling with how to respond. Deep down I knew the answer was clearly and unequivocally yes, but I couldn’t let it show.

“Look, I really don’t mind if you would,” she replied bluntly. “But here’s the thing, I used up most of my extra cash to buy mom and dad a round trip ticket to Italy as a Christmas present. It’s my way of thanking them for everything. So that pretty much left me short on cash for your present. I was planning on stopping by the mall for a cheap gift for you, but the weather sucks and being back home has made me lazy.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled, “You wish I would I would do that for you. All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t mind playing a milder version of that game with you. I want you to do well in school, and if it means that I’ll have to show you my tits or something to motivate you, then I’ll do it.”

I suddenly found myself talking rapidly as a way to hide my nervousness. “I don’t mind that at all sis. I mean, uh, I don’t mind if you don’t mind. It’s not a big deal. Nothing serious. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But yeah, I guess it would help if you did. That is, if you want too of course. There’s no pressure or anything. Don’t think I’m trying to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

Without replying, Lizzie grabbed the left side of her sweater and tshirt, and yanked it up quickly before pulling it back down. Her bra was lifted in that quick moment as well. It was only a brief flash, but from what I could tell, her breast was perky looking and had a light pink nipple.

“Oh…that was really nice. I didn’t think you were actually serious about this.”

“Well I was,” she smiled. “And you’ll get to see the rest once you memorize the main elements of contract law. I’ll test you on it tonight along with some hypotheticals to see if you can apply and analyze it correctly, and if you do a good job, you get to see both of my tits for a reasonable amount of time.”

“I’m going to have to wait until tonight for that!? I thought the purpose of this was to help me study right now? God, I’m rock hard over here. It aches so bad it almost hurts.”

“Yikes! You weren’t kidding about that aching part little brother,” she marveled. “Or should I start calling you big brother now? That thing feels like a steel rod.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I haven’t gotten laid in a long time. And all this stress had really taken away all my desire to…you know…masturbate and relieve myself. But hearing you talk about oral sex and then flashing me has really woken things up in a big way if you know what I mean.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Then I suggest you take care of that right now if it’s interfering with your ability to study.”

It was hard to tell what she was thinking at that moment. She looked kind of serious, but also kind of playful. She had practically told me to masturbate to get rid of my erection, but she just sat there staring at me.

“Ummm…You’re still sitting here,” I pointed out. “If you’re serious about that, you might need to give me a little more privacy.”

“I think you’re forgetting some of the points of the deal I made with my study partner. I gave him something, which was oral sex, and he would also perform oral sex on me. It was a mutual exchange. So if I’m going to show you my tits later, I would also need to see something in return. And what better than seeing a raging hard on from a guy who’s pent up?”

“Seriously?

She nodded. “Yes, seriously.”

My heart raced. My sister was dead serious about seeing my hard cock, and the thought of actually showing it to her was an unreal thrill in a way that I had never imagined.

I stood halfway up, and while trying my best to stay as calm as possible, I pulled my shorts and underwear down to reveal my hard cock which pointed upwards as a I sat back down.

“Look at that thing,” she said in amazement. “It looks like it hasn’t had any release in years. It actually does look kind of painful.”

“Tell me about it. With a sex drive like mine, it feels like it’s already been a decade. Anyway, I’m in serious need of relief. What do you want me to do now? Jerk off in front of you?”

She reached down and stroked my hard cock for me. “That was the original deal. But my gosh, there’s no way I can resist not touching this. Brother or not, you’ve got an irresistible cock.”

Her hand gripped my shaft and began to stroke me up and down. As expected, it felt amazing. The fact that I was getting a handjob from my own sister was an extra bonus since it was so naughty.

“Holy shit that feels fantastic,” I sighed. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt a woman touch me like this.”

Lizzie gripped my cock even tighter and stroked with even more vigor. “And it’s been a while since I’ve felt a cock like this. You feel nice.”

Her eyes were glued to my manhood as she continued her handjob. Never in my life would I have ever imagined that I would be doing sexual stuff with my sister of all people. The more she stroked, the harder I seemed to become and the more attention I needed.

Suddenly, she got down on her knees.

“Can I suck it?” she asked innocently, like it was no big deal.

I nervously replied, “Um…yeah. Sure, if you want too.”

She continued stroking me while on her knees, and she gave the head of my cock a little kiss.

“Yes, I want to. My oral fixation is acting up. You can consider this an advance on your Christmas gift.”

With that said, she swooped down, and in one motion, she engulfed most of my cock in her mouth. She put her oral experience to good use as she sucked and bobbed on my hard shaft. Her mouth felt warm & wet, and her suction was incredibly tight. Getting a blowjob from my own sister felt phenomenal as she put her self-proclaimed oral fixation to good use. Her head moved up and down faster and faster. The room was silent except for all of the sucking and slurping noises she was making. That was, until…

“Hello, anyone home?” mom shouted as she came home from work.

As always, she entered through the front door, while my sister and I were upstairs in my room with the door wide open.

My sister got up and quickly walked towards the hallway to greet her. “We’re in the middle of studying mom. I’m making sure that my little brother gets an A+ in his contracts class. That’s the class I told you I had a hard time with remember? I’m teaching him my study tips.”

“That’s very kind of you sweetie. I’ve got some leftover holiday pastries from a party at the office. Your father should be home soon. Maybe we can all have a snack together in a few minutes.”

“Sounds great mom,” Lizzie replied. “I’m sure we’ll work up an appetite by then. See you in the dining room in about 15 minutes.”

“Wonderful. And tell your brother not to work too hard,” mom replied playfully. “At this rate, he’ll have a meltdown if he doesn’t relax.”

“You don’t have to worry about that mom! He’s in good hands.”

Lizzie smiled and swiftly headed back inside my room and shut the door, returning to her rightful spot between my legs.

“Now where were we?” she asked rhetorically before continuing to suck me off.

“God that was close. Hearing you talk to mom after sucking my cock was a surprising turn on. I think I’m even harder than before.”

She took my cock out of her mouth again. “Tell me about it. And you’re right about being even harder. This thing won’t go down no matter what I do.”

“You’re right about that,” I agreed. “I’ve been pent up for way too long. What I need is something stronger or else I won’t be able to walk out of this room by the time dad gets back.”

“And what did you have in mind?” she asked with a skeptical look on her face.

“Sex? Do you think we could try it? It’s been forever since I got laid and it’s the only thing that keeps me calm.”

“Whoa…Giving you a blowjob is one thing, but actually having sex with you is something else entirely. Besides, I’m not on the pill.”

“Fine,” I replied. “But I hope your jaw doesn’t get sore easily. This might take a while.”

She put her hands on her hips and gave me a stern look. “Make it fast. And only because it’s the holiday season. Don’t expect this to happen again okay?”

Lizzie stood up pulled her sweat pants down along with her panties. She used her feet to kick her clothes off to the side and stood uninhibited of her lower body nudity. And of course, my eyes took in everything they could. She had long and slender legs, and her crotch looked freshly shaven. Best of all, I was able to catch glimpses of her pink labia when she kicked her clothes off.

“Holy shit, nice body sis,” I commented. “All these years and I had no idea you were this sexy.”

She looked proud of herself. “Thanks little bro. I could say the same about you. Anyway, I’m not on the pill like I said, so we’ll have to try something else to relieve you. Do you like anal?”

A sudden shiver went up my spine and I found myself becoming even hornier and even more excited.

“I fucking love having anal with girls,” I proclaimed. “Not many like it though. So if you’re offering, then yeah- I’d love it.”

Lizzie wasted no time grabbing me by the wrist and walking us over to the bed where she laid down on her back, lifting her knees up to expose her private area to me.

“Good. Now let’s get started. We haven’t got all day. Plus I’m excited.”

“Shouldn’t we lock the door first?” I asked. “Mom could barge in at any moment.”

She winked, “It’s more fun that way isn’t it? Now make sure things are nice and wet before you enter. And go slow…”

I took a deep breath and pulled off my sweater and tshirt to get naked. Then I did what I normally do in this situation, which was to get down on my knees and start licking. She squirmed and shivered as my mouth worked it’s magic on her labia and vagina.

“Oh god…” she moaned. “You’ve got an awesome tongue little brother.”

“Just returning favor…”

My tongue went back to work licking and lapping her womanhood. Once she was wet enough, the fluids from her cunt along with my saliva leaked down and coated her tight little brown anus. She spread her butt checks apart and I used my finger to lubricate her asshole.

“Stick your finger in,” she said. “Don’t be shy. It needs a little loosening up first don’t you think?”

I did as she asked and pushed my finger inside her anus. “You bet I do. I love how tight you feel.”

My finger went as far in as it could go in her little hole, and I moved it in and out. More than anything, I loved seeing how her body reacted to something foreign penetrating her most intimate hole. Her vaginal muscles twitched a little and even more clear fluids started gushing out. Her legs and feet seemed to twitch a little as well.

Matt follows a tall blonde along the side of a large pool. Brittney is the head lifeguard and she is giving him a quick tour of the Oasis Pool Club as part of his interview. He is here in response to an ad for a new lifeguard. Matt watches Brittney’s tanned ass in the tiny white bikini bottoms. It jiggles playfully with each bounding step.

Brittney explains the ins and outs of working at the pool club. She shows him around the pool, but Matt is distracted by her body and the other lifeguards. He mostly tunes her out as he focuses on two more sexy lifeguards lounging in equally skimpy suits.

“Do you have any male lifeguards?” he asks staring at a short brunette lifeguard with a juicy ass hanging out of her tiny bottoms. It shows no sign of sag or cellulite. Despite recently ejaculating, he can feel his loins stir.

Brittney giggles. “You’d be our first.”

Matt makes a mental note of this despite the distracting conditions and dazzling sunlight.

They walk past the pool to a one-storey building with two doors — one marked SAUNA and the other SPA.

“Here is our coed sauna and on this side, we have a spa!” her voice rises with a wave of her hand.

“No shit,” Matt thinks to himself, but he just smiles at her. The SPA door bursts open and the man Matt saw in the locker room emerges. He hurries past them red-faced.

Brittney catches the door and they enter.

The spa area is an oriental themed open room with scented candles and a large massage table. A small, very attractive young Asian woman is wiping her hands on a towel. They are covered in what looks like a thick white lotion. She tosses the towel into the hamper and turns to them.

“Brittney, so nice to see you,” she speaks with a calm voice.

“Hiii Lin. Lin” -pause- “this is our new friend” -pause- “Matt”. She gestures to Matt. Brittney seems to think that Lin doesn’t understand English very well.

Matt smiles and steps toward her. “Nice to meet you Lin.”

Lin shakes his hand. He is a bit struck by how tiny her hand is, but also very strong. She is short and petite with dark skin. The robe she wears covers most of her, but her skin looks so soft, it almost glows. Her wide, almond shaped dark eyes are sharp but welcoming. She has long, dark hair that flows around her cute face and is tied back in an intricate braid. She smiles at him effortlessly.

“Hello Matt. Miss Dee tells me you are interested in job.” She speaks and moves with a soft confidence.

“Uh, yes. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when I came for the interview, but everyone has been so nice.” He rocks on his heels and swings his arms somewhat awkwardly.

“Well, I’ll leave Lin here to show you around,” Brittney says, turning toward the door. She opens it, “Bye!” She swings out and it clangs shut.

“Matt, Miss Dee ask me to give you deep tissue massage. She say it help you relax for final part of interview. Please put on towel.” Lin gestures toward a folding screen.

“You want to give me a massage?” Matt is dumfounded.

She gestures again, smiling. He pads over to the screen and slides it flat. He drops his pants and peels off his shirt. Something about the atmosphere in the room has made his dangling cock start to tingle. He kicks off his flip flops and wraps up in the towel. Then he slides the screen back.

Lin is bent over lighting a candle. Matt can see right up her very short robe. Her dark skin is lighter under her legs. He can see the folds of her tiny pink labia and the soft curve of her ass. It is all flawless. Lin rises, blowing on a match.

“Please.” She gestures toward the table.

Matt hops on and lays back.

“Please lie on stomach.” She instructs.

He spins, putting his face into the U-shaped pillow. Lin shuffles around him and he hears her squishing lotion into her hands. Then she starts to work on his shoulders. Lin’s hands are strong and knowledgeable. Matt feels her working his shoulder muscles and moving her way down his back. She rubs down each arm, then stands by his legs.

She shuffles the towel up to access the back of his thighs. Matt can feel a slight breeze against the bottom of his cock head as he lies on his stomach. He realizes it must be exposed, but he is so relaxed, he doesn’t even care.

Lin’s expert hands start at his feet and work their way up each leg. Matt tries to relax, but now he is becoming aroused. He can feel his face flush as his cock stirs. Soon he will be unable to lie on his stomach.

She reaches the top of his thighs. Without Matt noticing, she unties the towel. He feels air on his bare ass as she slides it off. Lin’s fingers begin to knead his ass. He sits up slightly.

“Full body,” she says firmly and he relaxes. Occasionally, he thinks he can feel her fingertips lightly graze the bottom of his ball sack.

As she rubs his bare ass, his cock starts to press flat against the table. Her motions cause him to rock back and forth very slightly but just enough to stimulate the skin on his head. Matt’s dick responds, growing.

“Ok, roll ova please.” Lin says suddenly. She turns to squirt more lotion on her hands.

Matt rolls on the table, trying to keep the towel on. As he settles, his turgid member flops over the towel onto his stomach. It makes a heavy, fleshy sound. Lin gently lays another towel across to cover him. She seems to be used to this situation.

Her slick hands rub his chest and arms. Without realizing, he closes his eyes at some point. Lin moves onto his face and works down his neck and chest.

Matt feels warm flesh brush up against his face. Opening his eyes, he sees Lin’s soft, small tits dangling upside down over his face. She slides further down, near his semi rigid member. Her warm skin presses into his face.

Lin moves back up, walking around to his legs. He can see she has taken the robe off and her body is amazing. Small, but in tight proportion, her B-cup breasts are topped with dark nipples. They are accentuated by her dark hair.

“Relax please,” she instructs.

Matt lies back and she starts on his legs. She moves her way up and again, this causes his cock to stir. It is pumping and rising under the towel. Lin doesn’t seem to notice and continues massaging her way up his thighs. At one point, his dick lurches to a 45 degree angle off his body. Lin’s supple hands are just inches away from his shaft, working his upper thigh.

Finally, the towel slides off his bobbing cock. Lin looks at it, then back to Matt. His manhood is bigger than her forearm.

She calmly turns toward the lotion dispenser and watching her naked body, Matt realizes for the first time that the lotion is clear. That white lotion from before must have been…

“This very common during massage.” She wrings her hands together, approaching him between his legs. Lin reaches down and pulls a pin on the table. The special massage table separates between his oily legs. Matt’s legs spread with the table and she stands between them. He feels his balls fall and dangle as his legs are spread. “If you need release, you get happy ending, ok?” Her fingers gently brush his dangling sack.

Matt lifts his head to look at Lin. She is naked in between his legs. Her skin seems to radiate and her eyes draw him in. He nods, then watches her wrap both hands around his circumcised cock. She laces her fingers together to hold his width.

At her touch, his erection swells. It reaches its full height as she begins to stroke the skin behind his large, round head.

Matt’s breathing increases slightly. He watches her work her way to the base of his cock, coating his skin with lotion. Her hands are firm with their strokes. They feel like a slippery ring wrapped around his shaft that is just a little too small for his full circumference. This creates an urge for Matt to thrust his cock into her hands with each downstroke. She squeezes his cock at the base with her hands deep in his pubic hair. The tip of his dick is near her face and he feels an urge to push his head even further. Somehow his body feels almost out of his control as she massages his cock.

Lin uses her whole body to work her hands. Up and down, up and down, his cock skin now shining with a wet sheen. Each time she reaches the base and squeezes, they lock eyes and he pushes.

Lin has never seen a cock head swell like his. It looks like a sponge soaking up water and is a deep purple color. She knows the signs for when men would erupt. Matt is putty in her hands. She drops one of her hands to cup his balls. This is one of her barometers to climax. His testicles would start to twitch when the man was starting to cum. They were tight, but not twitching. Matt is right on the edge.

Lin’s hands both grip the base of his cock. Matt puts his head back as she squeezes. He grips the towel, feeling his cock swell. It’s a great feeling — he wants to cum. Lin continues to squeeze with one hand, but moves the other to his purple plum of a head. She starts to squeeze and stroke directly on his head. It slips easily through her strong, soft hand. Lin looks down just in time to see his balls start to jerk and twitch.

Matt’s eyes roll back in his head as he starts to spurt. Lin’s hands stroke up and down, one on the shaft, one on the head. Cum surges through her fingers, spewing into the air. His bursts come faster than with Brittney, flying almost straight up, then falling. The jets fall wet and fast on her hands and his cock, stomach, and chest. The towel there quickly becomes doused. Sperm flies and splats wetly as Lin continues to work his head. The only sounds are Matt’s breathing, her wet hands on his prick, and the splatter of semen.

The geyser subsides as Matt’s tense cock relaxes. Finally, Lin slows her hand movements, then stops. Matt’s semen oozes from his tip as her gentle grip squeezes the last glob out like she is squeezing a tube of toothpaste.

He lifts his head to watch her sexy little naked body. When she lets go of his turgid member, it flops over into the puddle of jizz collected on the towel across his stomach.

“Ugghh, yes, Lin, thank you. That was a great massage.” Matt sighs, his breathing returning to normal.

Lin steps back in between his legs with a fresh towel and lifts his weighty cock. She cleans it gently, then wipes the splatter from his legs and chest. He notices that she rubs his balls while cleaning him — leaving Matt with a very pleasant feeling.

“Yes, Mister Matt. Now you go to talk to Miss Dee.” She smiles at him and pats his balls softly before collecting all the soiled towels. She turns from him to dispose of the mess. He lays naked for a second, watching her perfect, olive-colored ass. He notices she cleans herself last, wiping sperm from her hands and arms.

At last, he puts himself into motion. Matt rises and dresses as Lin cleans the table. He notices her stealing glances here and there at his flaccid cock dangling between his legs before he finally steps into his shorts.

Lin smiles sweetly at him, then bows. Matt isn’t sure how to respond, so he bows. “Thank you, Lin — you have very skilled hands.” He then exits the spa.

My best friends and I made a trek to the beach for a long, three-day weekend. The four us of have been friends since college, so we are all nearly the same age, married and each with children, a couple of us even with grandchildren. It was a late summer jaunt just for the guys, a kind of macho, testosterone-filled few days where golf ruled the day and beer flowed day and night.

That was until Saturday.

It rained all day long, heavy at times, and so we missed out on the thirty-six holes of marathon golf we’d planned for our last full day. Instead we did the next best thing as college pals of old, at mid-morning we started working hard at finishing off the over three cases of beer we had left. We had no sooner finished lunch than Joe brought in another of the coolers from the deck and threw a bottle at each one of us. Before long all four of us were playing cards and getting well relaxed.

By about 5:00 when I went to get us each another round I saw we were down already into the last case. I was certainly drunk, not falling down drunk, but feeling really good. I hadn’t felt that good from drinking since my time in the military, a remote tour overseas, and running the downtown bars. Of course that was after the earlier years in college when all four of us drank our good share. As I walked back into the living room with the four cold ones I was pretty sure my three buddies were beyond a bit tipsy themselves, but we played and drank on.

Anyway, somewhere during the early evening after the latest hand of stud poker Rich started discussing his love life with his wife, a usual when he got fired up, and alternately Joe and Tom did the same. It was always something we seemed to get around to whenever we got together and drank a few too many beers. Anyway, after Tom related a rather raunchy episode where he and his wife had hot sex in the local library a couple years ago and got caught by a young female volunteer, we all busted out laughing, until abruptly as one, my friends looked over at me.

I had been laughing myself on the outside, but had to admit I really did miss my wife, in so many ways, to include our wonderful sex life. “Don’t worry about it. I’m good, besides this is always great hearing you guys talk stupid about yourselves.”

“Yeah, you always did just listen to us to get something to masturbate over, you old dog.” Joe spouted off, while holding his beer bottle over his crotch and jerking his hand up and down the neck.

I chuckled along with them again.

Honestly though, I had been devastated early on by the loss of my wife that past year to cancer, but over time it had become easier to talk about Ellen. As for sex, my left hand certainly didn’t take the place of my lovely wife, but I hadn’t gotten up the gumption or confidence to date. And even more honestly, her passing had worn me out emotionally and physically. I couldn’t bring myself to go out with a woman, but still fantasy had been and still was part of my life. Even at just past fifty I could get it up and keep it nice and hard with the best of those twenty or thirty-something studs. I lived out good memories and my personal erotic fantasies with my trusty hand.

I don’t know how the conversation got so focused on Ellen after that, but as it did gradually my tongue loosened as the beers went down. I found myself telling them about the provocative photos I had of my late wife. There was a silence for a few seconds when I had realized what I’d divulged.

It was Joe that said it all with a simple, “Wow!”

“Listen guys, if you swear never to tell anyone, especially your wives, I’ll show you a few of the pics I have of Ellen on my laptop. That is if you really want to see them.”

“Uh sure, buddy. Love to see Ellen, uh, in ‘provocative’ poses.” Joe grinned but looked apprehensive for me I suppose.

Rich tipped up his bottle and drained the remainder as he stood. “I’m up for it, uh, so to speak.” He hunched his hips and crotch at us.

“Oh shut up dick head!” Tom said and picked up a pillow to throw at him.

Rich knocked it away and proceeded to grab his crotch and give it a squeeze. “At least I have a dick, you pussy.”

“Yeah, yeah we know you big dork. Just keep it in your pants will ya,” Joe said and took another swig of his beer. “Okay, Dave let’s see the pics of Ellen.”

“Let me get my laptop,” I said standing a little too quickly I suppose as I swayed back into Joe feeling a little lightheaded. He promptly propped me back upright pushing his hands against the back of my shorts. The bottle of beer in his hand pushed its way between my ass cheeks. “Whoa big fella! Watch where you put that thing!”

“Yeah, you wish you’d get a butt fuck,” Joe said purposely wiggling the mouth of the bottle harder between my cheeks.

“Be more action than I’ve had in months,” I looked back at him and shook my butt into the bottle.

“Stop! You’re sick, you know that,” Joe said looking at his beer bottle. “Now I’m gonna have to get another beer. You just wasted this one.”

We all had another good laugh before I walked back to my room to get my laptop.

I remember wondering then if I should have stopped what I was doing. It wasn’t like the guys hadn’t seen my wife naked before as all four of us couples had done a bit of skinny-dipping over the years, in fact, at that very beach we’d done it on a couple late nights, most of us drunk of course. We’d even had a few flashes from the ladies in the outdoor showers a time or two, purposely or not. But these pictures of Ellen were much more than that, at least some of them were. Of course, I didn’t have to show them the real ‘provocative’ stuff.

As soon as I got back with my laptop I saw Joe had not only gotten himself another beer but he’d brought us all another round. I grabbed mine and swilled down a good slug as my computer booted up. The other guys got up and came over, Joe and Rich sitting on either side of me on the couch, while Tom walked around behind and leaned over resting his chin on his palms.

So there we all were, four decently drunk males, getting ready to ogle my late wife. I knew the guys had thought she was an attractive woman. We had always admitted we had been lucky in finding pretty ladies to share our lives with and they had made approving and appreciative comments Ellen over the years. My wife was a medium built girl, about five foot six inches tall, with very long, strong legs. But her two most fabulous features were her smile, which would light up any room she entered and then her obviously healthy breasts. She never flaunted them really, seldom wearing anything that would be overly low cut, but they remained naturally firm and rode high on her chest so they always were there to view.

I took a swig from the new bottle and opened the first file with about twenty-five pictures. All of them had been taken during one of our joint summer trips to the beach. Most were quite tame although they did show a lot of leg, cleavage and a few nice rear shots.

“Hey, there’s that hot red suit of hers.” Tom reached his arm between Tom and me stabbing a thick finger at the screen.

It was a fantastic shot of Ellen in that sexy suit of hers and I had to admit it really accentuated her boobs to the max. I clicked to the next one and she now had turned and her beautiful backside stared all four of us in the face. It was still plenty tight and smooth back there, so much so it showed off her cute cheeks with that sexy deep crack down the middle encased in the bright red of her one piece.

I glanced over at Joe and then at Rich finding both guys had their eyes riveted on my wife.

“Okay, Dave these are great shots, but they aren’t all that provocative.” Tom commented from behind us.

“As long as it’s just the four of us,” I said in more a slurred whispering voice, “if you all swear not to say anything, even to your wives I’ll show you some even hotter pics than these.”

“You have my interest piqued.” Joe said, tipping back his bottle.

“Come on Dave,” Rich squirmed in his seat next to me, “We’ve all been friends since college, before the wives era, you can trust us.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like you’ve ever seen this kind of photo of Ellen.”

“We’re best friends, dude! You also can’t tease us and leave us hanging.” Joe interjected hunching up in his seat next to me on the other side, our thighs bumping together.

“Yeah, I know.” I agreed and my reserve dissolved as the silence drew on again. “So, here goes.”

I could feel my friends scoot in a little closer, behind and beside me as I pulled up my favorite series of pictures. It was of Ellen in a set of matching bra and panties, which were brand new when I took the pictures about five years ago. They were some of the smallest and sheerest she’d ever worn.

My, she looked beautiful and sexy. Ellen was an incredible woman and up until the end days I still found it hard to believe she had managed to maintain her fantastic figure. In those photos, I know she could pass for a woman in her thirties. But I wouldn’t trade her for any younger woman!

As the photos flashed by, she spread her legs a little and you could easily make out the dark bushy triangle beneath those thin blue panties.

“Whoa! These are hot! When did you take these?” Joe leaned in to get a better view. He was already smiling broadly.

“Actually the picture taking started after we’d come home from a night out with you and your lovely wife. When I got up to the bedroom I found Ellen reclining on our bed like that.” I nodded to the laptop screen. “She crooked her finger beckoning me to join her. I told her to hold that thought and ran back downstairs.”

“You did what? With her looking like that?” Rich blurted out.

“I got back and she was still there on the bed, but now I had my camera in hand, lens cap off and already focusing. At first, she was going to jump off the bed and run for her closet, but I told her how sexy she looked. Almost immediately I saw that perturbed look on her face change to the hot seductive look you see here.” I paused looking into those seductive green eyes on the screen. “As I took the first picture I saw her repeat that finger crook and pursing of her lips. I zoomed in and the rest as they say is history guys.”

“One hell of a history!” Tom called out behind me.

“Yeah, I wish I had pics of my wife like this,” Joe said leaning further up to the laptop.

“The hottest pics are still to come. Enjoy the full strip down,” I added, then clicked the slide show button before sitting back in the cushions drinking my beer.

Before all our eyes Ellen lost her bra and her full breasts were on display.

“Damn, Dave! I’ve admired those boobs of Ellen’s for so long and now the sight of them bared, totally nude, like up close here, is just indescribable.”

“Well, she was obviously proud of them as she stood there modeling them for you,” Tom added.

“And now us!” Rich bellowed.

In the very next picture Ellen held both breasts out toward the camera grinning from ear to ear.

“Passion is definitely in her eyes,” Joe commented.

“Definitely, as she’s certainly enjoying herself.” Rich added.

“Yes, she’s enjoying every wonderful second.” I remembered so well having taken those pictures. I also felt a tingling warmth come over me.

Her nipples in the next couple of pics grew to their perfect puffy erect and pink selves. I think in unison all four pairs of eyes in the room locked onto them totally enthralled. I sure was. In the next picture they, we saw her holding one of her lovely breasts to her mouth and sucking on her stiff nipple. There was a collective inhale of husky breath in the room.

“It must feel good to her, the way she’s feeling up those gorgeous boobs of hers.” Tom threw out.

The mini-peep show continued as the pictures flipped by in that rather lengthy set. In the next views her back was arched and her lips pursed again, obviously enjoying my camera’s attention and her manual ministrations. I had forgotten about the next pictures as I saw my hand reaching to her body in a close up.

I quickly and fondly remembered that evening…

“I think these get too personal,” I abruptly jumped forward and reached for the keyboard.

But my hand was grabbed at the last second and pulled away.

“No way, dude!” Joe said holding my hand back. “Like I said earlier, you can’t tease us and leave us hanging.

“But…”

“Shhhsh!” Rich shushed me and put his hand on thigh squeezing hard.

I relented and went on watching with them.

In the next half dozen pictures my hand moved down her body to slowly remove her cotton panties. In the next, her pussy mound was fully exposed, her thick black bush damp already, the pink lips puffed up and glistening with moisture. I sat there for a moment and just savored the beautiful eroticism of her sex. It had to be the most beautiful pussy in the world. I stared at the familiar pictures that showed me tracing those luscious lips with my fingertip. In the next picture she was lying on her back. I moved my hand up her belly, caressing her soft warm skin until I cupped my hand over her breast and gently rolled the puffy nipple between my thumb and finger.

The pictures may have been slow stills to the guys around me, but in my mind I was there and everything was real between me and my lovely wife. I could feel and hear her, thrusting her chest up to meet my caresses and purring like a kitten as she always did.

My eyelids fluttered.

I looked around me and saw the broad smiles on each of the guy’s faces. I started to say something, but instead I let them silently enjoy the sexy beauty of my lovely wife.

“Have you ever seen a more beautiful body in your life?” Joe said.

“I wouldn’t say she was just beautiful,” Rich replied. “She’s beautiful and built!”

“Your wife was an exceptional woman,” Tom said from behind us. “She was not just a pleasure to look at, but a lot of fun to be around, too.”

“She is a pure vision of sexiness,” Joe said.

“Unbelievable! She is so beautiful,” Tom added. “I’ve always thought she was a thing of beauty. Now that she is fully nude in front of me where I have time to really look at her, even in a picture, she takes my breath away.”

“What can I say?” Joe said. “That woman I had lusted after for all these years is right here before us completely nude. I can’t tell you how many times during those summer trips to the beach I imagined her naked and a quick skinny-dip isn’t what I’m talking about.”

It wasn’t until right then I realized I had often masturbated to those very pictures even while my wife was still alive. I viewed, or used them when I was on a business trip or even on those few nights when she had gone to bed before me and I was just so horny I needed to do something about it and didn’t want to wake her. Those pictures had served me well. And at that moment I tried to force myself to stop thinking so lustfully of my late wife as I sat there on the couch. The feelings those pictures evoked were just too strong and my mind strayed to the real-life arousal I remembered feeling that evening I had taken them.

I was being aroused by my late lover again!

Joe was becoming restless beside me on the couch and out of the corner of my eye I saw him try to subtly move his hand up his crotch. His fingers were quick, but I caught him as he adjusted himself down there. Damn, if he didn’t have an erection! He was aroused looking at my wife, too.

Of course, I shouldn’t have been surprised as I was as hard as ever in my own shorts by then.

But still, Joe was getting horny over the pictures of my wife!

As the next couple of pictures transitioned by I took a glance to my other side and immediately saw a good bulge in Rich’s pants. He was horny on my wife, too! I looked back the other way only to come upon Joe’s crotch and literally saw his boner getting larger right before my eyes. At first I was taken aback if not a little angry at the sight of my wife causing other men to be so open in engaging in sexual thought and reaction over her.

But I then realized… ‘What was there really to be concerned about?’ I had no cause for resentment in that I should be proud my lovely wife could turn-on guys like this even through just her photos. I glanced up and saw Rich’s mouth gaped and his eyes wide open, glued to the screen as each picture went by. I felt Joe lean in closer and closer to the screen, so looking his way again I saw him watching each hot pic of Ellen with total delight. He was grinning broadly and his eyes were glazed over.

I knew that look. It was the look I always gave my naked wife. Now I saw it on another man’s face and it was probably on all three of my friend’s faces, as they hungrily looked upon the fully nude view of my wife. I honestly swore I was going to hear in the next few moments one or more of them gasp out loud and ejaculate in their shorts uncontrollably.

For some weird reason seeing them turned on because of my wife only got me more turned on. I slid forward just a bit, giving my own manhood some loose leg room to continue to grow more comfortably. I slowly ran my hand down the full length of it then grasped the head through the material with my fingertips. I squeezed it a couple times and smiled with the manly thrill of the moment. I knew what I had done that night with my sexy wife and I knew what I wanted to do right then. I also knew I had to do something or it was going to be too obvious to the other guys really soon.

But just as I was about to excuse myself, I heard a heavy sigh from behind me and looked back to catch Tom with his hand down the front of his shorts while he tipped up his beer bottle to drink with the other. He was obviously wanking himself as he stared over my shoulder at the pictures of Ellen! It wasn’t like he was flashing me, but there was no denying what he was doing. I had never seen any guy, let alone one of my best friends jacking off, ever. And even though I couldn’t actually see his cock it was still so much like being a voyeur to a guy peeping at porn. For some very strange and awkward reason I caught myself wondering what he looked like naked.

And…how big a cock was in his shorts?

Geez!

Was I really thinking about another man’s penis?

“I’m sorry dude, but I just can’t help it.” Tom had caught me looking.

I looked away only to let my gaze fall on Rich’s crotch again and caught him adjusting himself. He caught me catching him.

“Okay Dave, I have to be honest, Ellen was in some of my fantasies more than I should admit.” He had a very leering grin on his face.

“Dave, if Rich is going to be that honest then I have to be, too.” Tom said and took another swig from his bottle, before he went on. “Your wife was always one hot woman.”

“You guys are stupid shits confessing like that,” Joe said beside me and then he took a real long swig of beer from his own brown bottle.

“Come on Joe, get off your high horse,” Tom spit out. “I know you think Ellen is hot. I even know you had a hell of a boner over her that one summer at the beach.”

“Fuck you!” Joe grit his teeth and glared at Tom, then he looked at me. “Okay, okay, so I admit I had the hots for her. Shit Dave I never did anything about it. Well, okay, maybe that summer I did jack off to the thought of her in that super hot red bathing suit of hers.”

“The same way you want to right now!” Tom shot back.

I glared at Joe.

“Your wife used to make me horny as hell and still does!” Joe confessed, looking down at the obvious erection jutting up under his shorts.

There was a moment of silence in the room for several seconds, everyone looking at everyone and no one.

I finally broke the silence. “You know, as unreal as this seems it really turns me on to know someone else was as turned on by my beautiful wife as much as I was.”

“What do you mean ‘was’ Dave? You have three horny fuckers turned on over her right here and now.” Rich spouted off.

“Fuck!” Tom blurted out and chuckled nervously. “I am so hard right now I might have to get to the bathroom and have a quick jerk.”

All through this exchange I knew my own cock was sticking out of my boxers hard and throbbing under my shorts.

“How about you Dave? You need to do something with that?” Joe asked as he nodded toward my crotch.

I smiled and turned back to the laptop screen knowing just how hard my manhood really was and looking at the pictures of Ellen now up on all fours on our bed looking over her shoulder and waving that sweet behind at me…I was hurting and my cock demanded attention, to be touched and dealt with.

“Fuck this!” Rich bellowed and in one quick motion, he stood, pushed down his shorts and bared his manhood. It just appeared and stuck out from his body pretty as you please. As strange as it was already I had a stranger thought as I watched it bob up and down, it wasn’t as big as I thought it would be for as big a guy as he was. It was maybe about six inches long, but for his credit it was impressively thick or at least it looked thicker than mine.

“Hell, if you are, so am I!” Tom said and strode around the couch, stood directly in front of the rest of us, hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved the shorts down letting them fall to the floor. “Now this is a man cock!” he proclaimed as he jut his hips forward and his fully erect manhood pointed right at us. “Take a good look at a real cock, boys,” his somewhat slurred voice a combination of pride and husky eroticism as he thrust his groin at us once more. Then he stood there and proceeded to run his big palm over that fully hard cock as he stared back down at the computer screen and Ellen.

I ran my hands over my own shorts and could feel the further ache of need in my hot cock. I was starting to feel a little embarrassed, until Joe spoke up.

“Dave, you had one remarkably sexy woman. I have envied you since we were all in college. I think I’m in love with your wife all over again, so I hope you don’t mind,” and with that, Joe stood, opened the snap on the waistband of his shorts and as we all watched he made a show of pulling his zipper down, only to unhesitatingly shove the shorts from his hips and hairy thighs. I stared, fascinated at his manly cock that sprung forth. It was hard and pointing upward as much as I’d ever seen my own do. It was in perfectly full erection.

I was more than shocked, but smiled and said, “No, I don’t mind. After all we are best friends, right?”

For the first time I truly appreciated what I must have looked like to Ellen all those years as my sex-crazy one-eyed man stared straight up at her, just like Joe’s was doing then to us.

There they all three were, my best buds in the whole world, wearing nothing but the smiles on their faces. I looked down at those three hard cocks all standing at attention. It was almost like they were saluting me as they each bobbed up and down. I don’t recall ever being what they call ‘bi-curious’ in my life, but even with my friends I had an occasional curiosity as to how big or long one or the other them was when hard. In the locker room I’d sneak a peek now and then, but it was nothing more than a ‘penis envy’ kind of curiosity. Of course I’d never seen any of them hard and standing tall, unlike all three of their cocks right then.

Silently, all three guys stood there jerking to the pictures of my wife.

“Damn! These pics are fantastic!” Joe exclaimed.

“Ellen is really hot!” Rich blurted out.

“Yeah, this is like the Ellen I remember, well fantasized about anyway.” Tom added.

“Perfect quality pics, too!” Joe further added.

Rich leaned in front of me and slugged him in the arm and said, “Quality my ass, Ellen is quality, quality all over. She was one hot woman!” And he gave his hard tool another good twisting stroke.

As I watched him do it, I came to the realization suddenly I was the only one in the room with clothing still on.

“Oh the hell with it!” I called out and stood up to remove my shirt and shorts.

In seconds I was nude, not for the first time in front of my friends, but certainly the first time not in a locker shower or down in the water on a late night skinny-dip with the wives also with us. And I was certainly never nude and watching my best buds jacking off like they were doing. Another thing, although I have never thought I was all that big, I knew I was longer than average according to the goofy sex websites I read, but as I looked around I realized I was definitely longer than any of my good friends.

Obviously I wasn’t the only one to notice, as Joe blurted out, “What a lucky woman Ellen was to have that thing to play with.”

I just smiled and grabbed my own hard cock firmly and started stroking along with them. I could feel my balls bounce with each up and down movement I pulled so hard. I forgot all about modesty and began masturbating earnestly right in front of the other guys, and it felt good!

In fact, jacking off hadn’t felt this good in an awful long time.

No one said a word for the next couple of minutes as we all stood there drinking and wanking away over my laptop and the sexy pictures of Ellen that appeared on the screen. At that point the slide show had looped back to where she was just taking off her bra again. When I saw her beautiful breasts bared and then those succulent puffed up nipples I felt myself ooze pre-cum over the crown of my swollen cock. I took advantage and smeared it down my shaft and got a really good smooth stroke going.

I was so into the eroticism of the moment as I could hear the storm raging again outside. It nearly sounded like a hurricane was blowing in. But inside the sounds were calm, although the emotions inside each of us were obviously raging. I was enjoying myself and finally took a second to look at the other happy husbands moving their big hands rhythmically up and down their own stiff manhood.

“Man, I never thought I’d be jackin’ off with another guy,” I said rocking back on my heels and closing my eyes, “let alone all three of you suckers.”

The realization through my drunken state that I was there with my hand stuck on my hard cock, stroking away while three of my best friends did the same, I knew what was actually happening and it was happening. I was rubbing myself looking at pictures of my sexy late wife and it made me feel really good. For the first time in many months my sex life was shared again with someone else, even if it was my three best buddies.

It really felt good and freeing!

I started stroking my hard cock with no modesty or sense of embarrassment whatsoever. Actually, we all had given up every bit of inhibition and modesty as we slowly worked our hands in near unison up and down our hard cocks. “I know we’ve all masturbated before of course, but this is certainly different.”

“I guess if you’re going to masturbate in front of people it may as well be with your life-long best friends.” Rich added and then grunted as he ground that big fist over this thick cock that he also must have smeared in pre-cum or spit as it was plenty shiny.

All four of us seemed to savor the slow, unhurried manual manipulation we were sharing, as well as the intensified aspect of doing it for an appreciative audience. At least I knew I did, though at first I couldn’t make eye contact with the other guys. But I soon noticed each of us taking turns looking away from my nude wife on the laptop screen and connecting with different variations of grins, smiles and smirks amongst the friendly audience.

“No need to be shy now, huh?” Tom was the first to speak up.

He got nods from the rest of us.

“Uh, just no commenting on performance, okay guys?” Joe added.

“Kind of different I suppose from trying to impress the women.” Rich finally chimed in.

“Yeah, I never thought I’d be stroking along with even one of you guys in my lifetime, let alone all three.” I commented.

“With all of us doing it to pics of your sexy wife, too, huh?” Joe spoke with an obvious breathiness in his voice.

“I’d never thought about putting on a masturbation demonstration, but the four of us seem to be doing a good job of it,” I offered.

Every one of us was doing his thing, stroking the way we did best. I don’t know if the other three guys were deriving as much inspiration from watching another man so proudly and fully enjoying himself as I was, but as hard and smiling as we all were, I’d say it must have been mutual.

Once again looking back at the screen I saw the close-up shots of me rubbing my fingers through Ellen’s damp pubes and then up between those delicious pink lips. The evident wetness of her pussy was truly enhanced by the track lighting above her. My wife was wide open for my three friends, who in their drunken state were obviously greatly fantasizing about her.

In the next shot I felt a photographer’s pride in what looked like a professional spotlight of Ellen’s gorgeous reddened clit. It was clearly visible under her fingertip as she pulled back the pink hood.

In Rich’s unmistakable deep voice, “If that isn’t the best ‘I want you to fuck me’ shot I don’t know what is!”

There were grunts of agreement all around.

I was the only one who knew she had actually cum during that series of shots. I grinned to myself and felt my manhood respond by swelling in my stroking fist. I knew then it wasn’t going to be long before I busted out a load.

“Uh, guys, I think it’s time to go somewhere and finish.” I reluctantly stopped stroking. “Whoever wants to take Ellen back with him, go for it! I have her burned into my brain. You guys fight over the laptop.” I turned and was about to walk around Joe when he stuck out his elbow and pushed me back.

“Hey, I bet you guys I never told you that Dave here used to be able to suck his own cock.” Joe abruptly blurted out.

“Joe!” I yelled and elbowed him back.

“What the…?” Rich whipped his head around, his body coming with it and with that the head of his boner hit against my thigh.

“Hey, watch where you point that thing!” I yelled looking down to see him smear a generous amount of pre-cum on my thigh. I reached down and rubbed it off with my hand and wiped it off on his hairy chest.

“Sorry, but still, what the fuck is this about you being able to suck your own dick?” Rich staggered back a little.

“Yeah, I used to do it way back when,” I said, no believing I had just admitted to it.

“I don’t believe you.” Tom said, rocking back and forth as he continued to stroke.

“He did. He really did. I caught him one day in his bed.” Joe grinned and stuck his tongue out at me.

“You never told me, you…” I gave him a surprised and nasty look.

In my early college years all I could think about was girls, naked girls, and masturbation was a two or three times a day thing for me. I was a late bloomer with the women and finding myself horny all the time with no female to help satisfy my urges, so jerking off became the mainstay of my pleasurable activity. One day I decided to get creative. I’d always been really flexible ever since I wrestled in high school. I was not only very thin and sinewy but I could get into some very tight and pretzel-like positions that I soon found were not only good wrestling technique but with one hell of a sexual benefit. I found I could lie on my bed and pull my feet up past my head, butt in the air, and get my cock in my mouth. Yes, I found I could suck myself off! By the end of that semester I was getting a good third of my seven and a half inches between my lips. In all the years since, even during my marriage, I tried more than once to suck myself off, but with being much less flexible the best I could accomplish was a few licks across the tip of my leaking cock tip and that resulted in a strained back for weeks.

“I bet you a free beer you can’t suck your own cock now,” Rich bellowed out the dare taking me out of my blissful trance.

I swilled down the last of the beer I had and put the bottle down a little too hard on the coffee table. “Shit, sorry!” I stood and looked Rich right in the eye our cocks pointing right at one another. “Not that that is much incentive, but I’ll take your bet, cause damn it, I’m horny as hell and need to cum anyhow.”

“So you think you can still suck on little Dave there,” he nodded toward my crotch, “with that old back of yours?”

“Old? Who you calling old?” I challenged pulling on my hard-on again. “I still run circles around all of you goofs on the softball field.”

“Well shut up big stud and show us how it’s done.” He stood there beer bottle in one hand, his other big fist wrapped tightly around his thick shiny cock.

“Hold, on. I need to limber up a bit.” I walked around to the middle of the floor and crouched, rocked back and forth stretching my legs and then my back. As I did I noticed the guys still stared at my attractive wife on my laptop screen while stroking away and drinking.

Suddenly I couldn’t believe what I was doing next…

Now I’ve stayed in pretty good shape over the years and as loose as I felt right then, not to mention how hard and horny as I was I told myself I could do it. So there I was, fairly well drunk, stripped down and with three other very horny guys jacking off over my wife as I laid down on my back on the floor with my head on a pillow. I threw my long legs way back over my head as far back as I could possibly get them, touching the carpet with my toes. I scrunched over as far as I could go and even with my cock at its full length, me pulling on it still harder, and my tongue pointed up as far as I could get it I was still a couple inches short.

I was about to give up when…it happened.

Two hands slapped against my hairy backside and pushed me over further. Before I knew it I had my lips touching the moist head of my manhood. They pushed a little harder and although I felt my back straining I realized the whole swollen crown was in my mouth!

“Damn, he’s doing it!”

“Fuck yeah!”

I ran my tongue all around my smooth cock head and then began to suck on it.

The sensations were wild!

“Damn, that makes me hornier than ever watching a man suck his own cock.”

“Oh fuck yes, that’s hot! I wish I could do that.”

Damn! Was this really happening?

I hadn’t intended for it to go this far. I had enjoyed a good solo suck in the past, but never had I thought I’d be doing it in front of anyone then or now. I also knew I was no longer in control enough to fight the urge to cum. As the wild and random pictures flashed through my mind of all the sexy things Ellen and I used to do together, I felt my cockhead touch my lips again and slide between them. I suddenly pictured Ellen doing it to me, me clutching at her graying hair as she lasciviously delighted in guiding my hard cock to her mouth. As if it was her doing it I stuck my tongue out and ran it greedily around my swollen crown, tasting the dripping pre-cum, salty but surprisingly delicious at the moment.

My body relaxed more as I stared at my hard cock pointing down at my face. Right then it was if a camera clicked and my mind refocused on my wife doing herself back that night I took those pictures flashing by on the computer screen. Her legs were wide open. She was playing with herself as I was, both watching one another, watching my wife as we got one another off. I saw her hips hunching in that familiar sexy fashion as she slid two fingers in and out of her sex and her thumb rubbed furiously over her swollen clit.

My mind drifted until the erotic fantasy had Ellen standing above me as we mutually masturbated.

I looked back in my memory to get a look at my wife working her clit on that bed or ours. I could remember all the moaning and squealing just before she came. What an amazing sight it was that night. What a beautiful sight it was again to see her in her pure sexual ecstasy. My beautiful girl was in the throes orgasm and her scent hung in the air. I swore she was right there with me on the floor. There was nothing else in the whole universe, just the sexy memories of my lovely Ellen and my throbbing cock.

I saw it pointing right at my face. My one hand was on my thick shaft and the other caressed my hairy balls. I could feel my front teeth press down on my lower lip as I picked up the stroking pace.

I was breathing faster.

That’s when I felt the hands on my ass cheeks push again and my lips surrounded more than just the head of my pulsating cock. The hands pushed again and again, my cock thrust further into my mouth, bringing a low husky groan from somewhere inside me. I was devouring my incredibly hard man shaft, my mouth clamping around it with a greedy want to draw it in deeper. At the same time my mind wandered back to the joys of sexual exploration with Ellen. I so wanted to be with her right then, but I marveled how even after she was no longer with me how my passion for her had not wavered. Our many years of intimacy had yet to wane. I closed my eyes and brought my lips back to hers in my mind, trying to get lost once again in that most special of moments with her.

My lips were actually sucking harder on my cock as I began wanking myself off, moaning aloud. I let the lewd vision of Ellen’s oval-formed lips clasp around the thick glistening cockhead. So perfect in detail in my mind were those thoughts until interrupted by the sound of voices above me.

They were unmistakably male voices grunting and calling out.

“Oh, yes!”

“Oh fuck yes!

“Shit, I’m gonna cum!”

My eyes reopened and my mind reeled as I understood what was really happening. We were all jacking off in the same room at the same time and someone was about to cum!

I was about to cum, too!

“I may be drunk but I bet I can still cum a gallon!” One of them called out.

For a passing second I wondered how I’d ever be able to face these guys again. But raw lust had built in my body faster than I could control it and any thought of the consequences of what I was doing, what we were doing, was overwhelmed by pure pleasure. My upturned legs began to shake as my mouth closed around the end of my cock much tighter. The muscles of my neck and back strained desperately as I drew the orgasm from my body. Then the first shot came from my cock. I hit the back of my mouth and I flinched. It shot off again and again, as I sucked it all down as fast as I could until it was just too much to handle. I finally eased back and the last couple of spurting shots of hot cum splashed on my face and neck.

I had only taken a couple more breaths, with cum dripping from my lips when I looked up into three pairs of eyes which showed their total surprise as to what I had just done. At first I was embarrassed, but when I didn’t hear any laughing and to my great surprise instead I found all three with there own cocks in there manly hands stroking furiously away I began to feel a sense of almost pride at my accomplishment. They jerked themselves in near unison and I could hear moans of pleasure from all around me. In that silent moment, the trio of my best friends standing over me neared their own climaxes.

As I swallowed the cum that was still in my mouth I heard one distinct husky gasp. “Oh damn! I’m cumming!”

It was Tom and I watched as he jerked his cock faster until he started to buck his hips like he was doing his wife…or was he picturing doing mine? I looked up past my still somewhat hard cock pointing at my face to see him lean in over me. He grunted and the next thing I saw was his big hard cock thrusting above my head, his balls tight between his legs just below. He thrust and stroked and I watched in utter surprise as he pointed the head of his pole right down toward me. I strangely noticed his cockhead was crimson-flushed above his fist, gleaming with his spit. Then my eyes opened wide at the sight of the first blast coming from the end of that cock. It flew out and landed in a thin white stripe down across my lower stomach and back up my chest all the way to my chin. That was immediately followed by another intense shot that took direct aim at the underside of my own wilting cock and with forceful jet splattered all over it and my stomach.

“Oh shit! I’m gonna cum, too!” Rich shouted.

“Damn, me too!” Joe hollered out even louder.

I looked up and saw Rich take a step closer to me and was immediately stunned when I saw his cock swell and out of that little hole at the tip shot the thickest, whitest cum I’d ever seen. With a splat, the long stream shot out landing on the back of my thigh and down across my chest.

“Oh shit!” Joe yelled again and I turned my head in time to see him hunch his hips forward and awkwardly spread his feet further apart with his hand pumping up and down his rock hard cock with vigor. In a blink of my eye I watched the first rope of his cum arc up in the air, thick and white, then head straight for my face. I quickly shut my eyes only to feel it splash on my cheek and make a warm sticky path back down my chest and stomach.

Then I felt another big hot splat on my chest, then another on my cheek as I could feel and hear hot sticky cum squishing between three sets of fingers on three very hard cocks. When I reopened my eyes I watched the three of them cum again and again, their combined loads crisscrossing my naked body. In less than a minute I knew I was covered in their cum and could feel the thick globs running off my skin everywhere, off my forehead, face and butt.

I remained doubled over, my legs still practically at my head as I watched each of the three guys finish pulling the last drops of cum out of their cocks and saw it run down their fingers until it dripped, splattering on my legs and arms. To say the least I’d never seen another guy cum in real life before and here in front of me three of them, all my best friends blew their loads…on me!

As we all came down from the mutually satisfying erotic high, the other three men stood around me in a circle seemingly amazed at what they had just witnessed.

I certainly was more amazed than they were!

“That was fucking incredible,” Rich said and then both he and Tom busted out laughing looking down at me. “I’m sorry,” Rich said staggering back, “but that was just too hot.”

“Um, yeah, I just hope you’re okay with what we did to you.” Tom offered looking me up and down and making a face.

I looked down at myself and surveyed all the pools and streaks of cum covering my naked body. “Well, I guess I don’t have much choice, it’s a done deal,” I said as I lowered my feet back to the carpet and ran my hand through some of the thicker ribbons of my buddy’s cum. Then I licked my lips tasting my own cum again and smiled up at each of them. “Besides, I had one hell of a good cum myself.”

There was silence for several seconds then like if on cue we all bellowed out in laughter. I felt the cum on me drool down more as I my body shook. And whether from laughing so hard or being drunk themselves, Rich and Joe both fell back naked on the couch almost tangled in arms and legs. That was a sight in itself!

Tom, who still stood over my head almost doubled over laughing, and a couple more drops of his cum rained down from his limp manhood and splattered on my nose and cheek.

“Hey!” I hollered up.

“Man! You ought to see your face, Dave,” Rich said.

“Yeah, Dave, I’ve not seen a better facial on a porn star.” Joe added.

All the guys started laughing that much harder. This time Tom staggered back and fell into the chair. In my amazement I managed to look up and smile as I lay there naked on my back with the cum of three friends all over my body. I took my hand and wiped it across the left side of my face and came away with the biggest smear of man-cum, mine and whoever else’s.

I lay there numb wondering how it had all happened.

One minute I was drinking beer, sharing a few laughs with my best friends then we all got horny over my hot wife. But how the hell did I get to become a cum rag for my friends?

“You guys have made me your cum slut for the night. I hope you’re happy.” I busted out laughing again myself as I sat up slowly, feeing the soreness in my back as I continued wiping what I could from my cum smeared face. “Now somebody go get me another cold one.”

“Hey, you deserve a case after that performance.” Joe said as he got up and tried to step over Rich’s legs. Instead he got tangled in them and practically fell forward flat on his face. Somehow Rich was coherent enough to catch him before he hit his head on the coffee table.

“Uh, be right back with that, uh, beer.” Joe said standing up tall and rendering what was supposed to be a salute I presumed as his limp manhood swayed back and forth on his way to the kitchen.

I finally managed to control my blubbering laughter and rolled over and got to my hands and knees.

“Uh, should we get you a couple towels or something?” Rich asked between hearty guffaws.

“No, I’m just going to go take a shower,” I chuckled in returning nervous embarrassment. But deeper inside I felt a strange but familiar tingle knowing what I, what we all had just done; them all over me.

“Well, here take this with you at least,” Joe came back in and handed me another beer.

Lucky for me he had already opened it as with all the cum smeared on my hands I would have never been able to twist off the cap. I took a huge swallow and swished out mine and any other cum that had been remaining in my mouth.

“Okay, I’ll see you all in a little while, after I’m presentable again,” I turned and went back to my room.

When I got to the bathroom, by the way I had the master bedroom luckily, I looked at myself and my cum smeared body in the mirror. I really did look like one of those facial cum queens, except the cum was all over my naked body.

I took a nice hot shower and almost fell asleep under the comforting spray. But when I did make it out of the shower stall I felt so tired I could hardly keep my eyes open. The excessive amount of beer in me didn’t hurt the drowsiness one bit. As wasted as I was I didn’t even bother getting under the covers. I crashed across the bed naked and immediately drifted off to sleep.

Now I do snore and sometimes I even wake myself up I snore so loudly. I did just that that evening and when I opened my eyes I saw my wife, her smiling beautiful face inches above my hard manhood. As I watched she began making love to me, to it. I could feel her there with me. I could feel her mouth on me. I felt so wonderful. It felt so good. It felt so good I was close to cumming. I was just about to explode when…

I awoke…really awoke this time.

I realized quickly I wasn’t with my wife.

But someone was certainly engulfing my manhood and I indeed I was about to climax. I looked down again and refocusing I found a salt and pepper haired head over my crotch.

Damn! It was Joe!

My hard cock wasn’t being made love to by my Ellen, but it was in the hot mouth of my best friend.

And damn if it didn’t feel good!

Looking again, instead of seeing my wife’s mouth and small hand on me I found a larger, manly hand stroking my hard cock and man lips sucking away on it. I dreamily tried to focus on the face smiling back at me. Starring down intently it was an unbelievable sight to watch as my cock pushed past Joe’s lips and disappeared into his hot mouth again and again. He went down on it further, down deeper and deeper until I felt my cock head hit the back of his mouth. He still had a ways to go to get my full seven and half inches in his mouth, but he had a lot of it in there as he pressed his lips tightly around my shaft.

At that point I felt I was having trouble separating reality from what I was sure had to be an illusion or part of a drunken stupor. In my most vivid fantasy, I could never have imagined it could feel that good, not from a guy. My mind drifted between stronger and deeper waves of pleasure as I lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed. I was in a strange state of emotions as I had a man doing something for me only two women in my life had ever done. I was surprised how quickly I got carried away by the illicit urges I felt. My wife was the greatest of lovers, but now all I could think of was this man’s mouth, one of my very best friends, sucking down on my cock. I reveled in the delicious feelings spreading through my feverishly lust filled body.

I loved every minute of the blowjob he was giving me!

“Damn!” I exclaimed loudly when I felt his hot tongue work over me and he grabbed my balls to give them a squeeze. My hands clenched and unclenched in the sheets at my sides as he sent me rocketing to an orgasm I knew was not going to be long from coming. I stared down and totally concentrated on my fully hard cock sinking again and again into his eager mouth. The intense feeling was leaving me breathless. The level of incredible sensation was only surpassed by just a little with the shocking knowledge that it was Joe on my cock, not my wife, or even another woman.

Again, I had never even slightly thought of or fantasized of a moment such as this.

Yet there we were!

Panting away I knew I couldn’t handle it much longer. Throwing my head back I arched my back and let out a lusty groan. From deep in my body I felt the surge of my orgasm stir in my balls and felt my cock swell even further in Joe’s mouth. My guttural groans turned into an extended constrained squeal as I felt the first of my hot cum gush into his waiting mouth. It was so intense my one hand released the bed covers and went for his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as he jerked his head up and down along the length of my wildly cumming cock. I kept expecting to hear Joe gag against the warm waves of thick cum I streamed continuously into his mouth, but instead he was moaning and sucking as if he was really enjoying it, his mouth still clasped firmly around the thick head of my exploding manhood until I had shot my last.

I collapsed back on the bed and stared at the ceiling breathing hard.

It must have been a full five minutes or so later when Joe looked up at me strangely, opened his mouth as if to speak, stopped, then looked away before asking, “Can I ask you a really personal question?”

“Not sure how much more personal it can get than you sucking my cock like you just did, but go ahead, sure.”

“Have you ever thought of yourself as bisexual?”

I stared down at Joe, at first angered at being asked such a question, but then realized I had no reason to be mad. “I guess if having just been sucked off by a guy after being married to a beautiful woman for over thirty years makes me bi then I guess I am. But honestly I’m not sure what we’re going to think about all this in the morning when we are perfectly sober.” I let me head fall back onto the pillow feeling the buzz of alcohol and post-orgasmic bliss still coursing through me.

“Yeah, honestly I’m stunned, too. Not sure what came over me tonight.” Joe sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see a smear of my cum run from his lips across his cheek. “With you cumming in my mouth that makes me something I’ve only been called in jest before, but I guess I actually am one now, a cocksucker. Funny thing is, I don’t mind the taste of your, uh…”

“My cum?”

“Yeah your cum.” Joe repeated and licked his lips.

“You know, I never knew you caught me sucking myself off in college.”

“Then I guess you didn’t know I heard you get off many a night in your bed under the covers with your hand, too.”

“What?”

“I’d lay there and listen to you get off. You were pretty hot doing that you know?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

“Don’t you think that would have been weird, made things awkward between friends?”

“I guess, but you knew, I just didn’t know you knew. That makes it real weird now.”

“Kind of maybe, but honestly I got a little horny knowing what you were doing. Not that I ever planned to do anything about it with you. But sometimes I got so horny I’d jack off after you did some of those nights. Just like I’m so horny now, all I want to do is cum again.” He rolled over and up popped his mighty hard-on.

Part of me still yelled out that I ought to get up and run out of the room; but I couldn’t. I felt paralyzed by the sight of Joes’ hard cock staring up at me. Instead words came out of my mouth I couldn’t believe, “Let me help make up for all those horny nights of yours long ago.”

With that I crawled down the bed, and around his body, until I got my first real close-up look at a man’s fully erect cock. There it was throbbing only inches from my face. He wasn’t as big as me I thought to myself curiously, but with his shaft only maybe an inch from my nose it sure looked huge.

My memories of another time, times with my beautiful and sexy wife were suddenly fleeting as I stared at Joe’s very much distended cock. It was so close to my face I could feel the heat radiating from it. I was literally fascinated by that hot, throbbing hunk of maleness in front of me. I could not resist the intense urge to feel that hard cock and I reached out to take it in my hand.

It was only when I had him in my hand, that I realized this was real. His was the only other penis, other than my own, I had ever touched. His cock filled my hand and it felt very warm and the skin was so smooth. I stroked it for a moment and marveled at how hard it really was.

This was easy, I could do this. What was I saying, I was doing it!

I could hear Joe breathing heavy above me.

Now I had learned CPR years ago and with it I’d learned how to take a person’s pulse on the side of his neck from his carotid artery. But with Joe’s hard cock throbbing in my hand I found a new way to take a guy’s pulse. I could feel it thumping strong and ever quickening. I ran my thumb up over his crown smearing his pre-cum all over it and looked at it in fascination. It seemed so huge, so swollen and almost purple in color at the tip. It felt so different than my own. My cock I knew very well, but even though he was circumcised too it was different. The crown was shaped different and the shaft had more visible veins running down it.

The next thing I knew I was wanking him slowly and reveling in a whole new sensation. I worked him up and down until another generous pool of pre-cum emerged from the tip. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but instead of my thumb this time I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and pushed it all over his cock head this time.

Joe yelped and jerked as he got the first feel of a man’s tongue on his pecker and I got my first taste of another man’s leaking moisture.

It tasted rather salty actually, much saltier than my own.

Joe panted heavily and I looked up at my best friend watching his chest arch and heave. His head was back and his eyes were barely open. I worked my tongue all around the head, back onto the tip and all around the head again before stopping. I could hear Joe start to groan more than moan in rhythm with my tongue slowly swirling around his thick shaft. He really was as was hard as steel and so warm and smooth.

It was an incredible sensation!

I looked up at Joe again, maintaining eye contact this time as I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and then over and around his balls. I then traced my tongue back up his shaft until I reached his cockhead again, for some reason I paused and gave him the cheesiest grin, nothing seductive or lustful about it, just cheesy before I proceeded to press my lips down over the thick tip.

I didn’t know exactly what to do next or how to do it, but some instinct in me took over. I could hear Joe start to breathe even heavier as I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of what I was doing. His cock felt wonderful in my mouth. In all my non-existent bi-curious fantasies, I had never imagined a cock would feel that good in my mouth. I had only been able to get the first inch or so of my own between my lips earlier, but here I nearly had Joe’s entire length swallowed to where my lips were tickled by his pubes.

I had no idea what I was doing right to elicit the response I was getting from my best friend, although I did start to remember one memorable night when Ellen gave me a fantastic blowjob. Blowjobs were rare with her so it was easy to remember the really good ones. I tried to use my tongue like she had and he seemed to enjoy it but it wasn’t doing for him what I thought it should. So I decided I would do it the way I thought I’d like it done to me. I just sucked on him much like I had sucked myself earlier, hard but not too hard, and alternately sucked and licked the head all over.

Damn, if it wasn’t thoroughly arousing to give another man the kind of pleasure I’d given myself awhile before!

I was so turned on by what I was doing I almost couldn’t stand it, I was hard again! My cock pressed into the bed as I lay between Joe’s thighs. I even had the distinct feeling I might cum without being touched by myself or anyone.

The stimulation of giving head to another man was going to be enough to make me cum!

A moan escaped from Joe causing me to return my full attention to his cock. His cock felt so amazing sliding in and out of my mouth as I bobbed on it with increased urgency. I was confident I was doing it right with all his moaning and the blissful look on his face as he watched me suck and lick him, slowly sliding down his shaft more and sucking him still harder, until my cheeks caved totally in on him.

“Oh, damn!” he moaned. “Stop! You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.”

I smiled and stopped for just a second. “That’s kind of the idea isn’t?”

I was happy to oblige and so I really went to work on him. I grasped his cock tight in my hand and started yanking on it. I got into a mutual rhythm with my hand and my mouth.

Joe was continually moaning, with his head rocking from side to side, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I was barely aware he had put his hands on the back of my head, lightly, not forcefully as I sucked away and he started humping up into my mouth.

“Oh, damn! I’m gonna squirt my jizz into your mouth!”

“Mmmm, mmmm,” I groaned with my mouth tight around his cock. When I felt his cock begin to swell, I closed my eyes and dreamily thought again of the pictures of my wife doing this to me. I could feel him building to a climax, just like I had, feeling his cock grow even harder as I took him in full measure once again as Ellen had done me.

Suddenly his long legs stiffened. His moans became groans and then with one extended grunt his cock shot forth its mighty load. Joe was cumming and it definitely was no dream!

“Ohh, ahhh…” he grunted hard.

That first shot smacked against the back of my mouth and actually tickled rather than gagged me. It was an immediate and intense sensation. But as each jet of his cum shot to my throat I began to moan ever louder along with him. I was enjoying sucking off my best friend and swallowing down his cum!

It was weird you know. You’d think after a life of jerking off all the time I’d have noticed how hot cum was from my own, but it’s just not the same thing swallowing it. Joe’s cum seemed so extra hot and more sticky as it hit my throat. He moaned and gasped as he came and kept cumming, his body tensing and quivering the whole time.

I sucked all I could get out of him as I humped my own hard-on into the bed sheets.

Finally he collapsed back on the pillow, breathing hard.

I continued to suck on him as if I needed every drop of his hot cum from his still somewhat erect cock stirring in my mouth. He was obviously perfectly content to remain lodged there for a few moments more after his orgasm, until I heard his breathing slow and then a soft sigh as he seemed to continue to enjoy my warm mouth.

It had been too easy, all too easy! I had actually given a guy a blowjob!

I remained still, feeling perplexed and confused at what I had just done, but I also had a real sense of ecstatic pride for being part of another’s man joy. I had had my inauguration into the world of male oral sex.

I felt the once hard and heavy shaft recede further, shrinking down having spent itself as it finally slipped from between my lips. When I looked up, Joe was staring up at the ceiling; his eyes wide, his mouth open still panting lightly.

“Thank you,” he said, finally looking me in the eye and then looking down at his wilting penis next to my cheek, “Thank you so very much, really. I, I don’t know what else to say.”

I lay there silent for a few seconds, just feeling Joe’s warm body next to mine. Then I asked simply. “Did you really like it?”

“Oh yeah, that was one hell of a blowjob?”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, damn it was, it really was.” He looked back in my eyes with nearly the same look I got from Ellen after I’d just given her a body-rocking climax and was dumb enough to ask the same question.

“Hell, we’ve already jerked off together and you’ve sucked me off already…” I paused again. “You’re not going to make this weirder now are you? I mean its one thing to jerk off in front of friends, but to get sucked off by you and then suck you off.” I hesitated for another moment looking down at his limp manhood. “You really don’t think this is weird?”

“Hell, no, that really was fantastic. I never could have imagined it being that good. Okay, I have to admit it was terribly weird at first when I started doing you, but you seemed to be enjoying it so much I guess I just gave myself over to it. Anyway that was something!”

My eyes averted from his. “Yeah, well, I have to admit part of me liked the feeling of you in my mouth, although I wasn’t so sure when all that stuff of yours started spurting so fast. But feeling you moving so jerky like you did and hearing you groan, the whole while knowing I was the one doing that to you, made me feel good. I guess now I see how women can feel so good and powerful with our cocks in their mouths.”

“So are we just bi-curious guys then?” Joe asked looking at me with a sheepish grin.

I reached for the beer on the nightstand I had brought in with me earlier and even though it was warm it helped wash the remnant of his cum from my mouth. As I leaned back over to put the empty bottle back on the table I heard the bedroom door open. There in the doorway were Rich and Tom staring down at Joe and I sprawled naked on my bed.

Funny, I remember right then not being embarrassed for the first time that night, since I first realized we all had boners over my late wife’s photos. I sat up like nothing was out of the ordinary, even though I was still hard, laying there on the bed naked with my best friend and his wet cock laying on his thigh. Wet because of me!

“Well, I guess we weren’t the only horny drunk bastards, were we Tom?” Rich said to his buddy next to him.

“Yeah we traded favors the way it looks like you two did.” Rich reached over grabbed Tom’s crotch.

“Oh yeah, we did do that.” Tom reached over and grabbed Rich.

They both then tipped back their respective beer bottles as they groped one another.

What a sight that was!

Even though I wasn’t embarrassed in the least to be laying there naked with another boner, I was still nervous or maybe more confused. If these guys had just admitted to doing the same nasty thing with one another that Joe and I had and we all were still naked in front of one another, three of us with new erections, the two in the doorway getting a mutual jerk…what was next?

“So, stud boy Dave, what got you to sucking Joey boy’s cock? Did he threaten to tell on you and your kinky performance for us earlier?” Rich asked still stroking Tom’s risen manhood, then taking another slug of beer.

“Actually I did him first,” Joe replied quickly. “Besides, who are we going to tell on him to? We’re the ones with wives not him.” With that Joe sat up and reached out for my arm. “Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way Dave, really, I’m sorry.”

My eyes did well up at the thought of my beautiful wife again. But looking into his eyes and seeing his seriousness, before looking down at his crotch and all the remnants of my spit in that bush of pubic hair, I started into a broad smile. “Remember guys, when we used to go to that porn theatre back in college, you know the one down on the far side of town.” I got three knowing nods and grunts. “I remember this one porno had some really hot women in it that I used for some good jackoff material for weeks. But there was also one scene where while the two girls were going at it the two studs messed around. I remember at first feeling disgusted watching them jack one another off and then the one guy sucking off the other.” I sat back against the headboard and looked down at my hard-on. “To this day I have that image in my head. Not that I ever really had fantasies about doing it or doing what we’ve been doing tonight, but it stuck with me.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Rich said and walked on into the room, or rather somewhat stumbled in toward the bed. “I remember that movie. I also remember the two guys down in the row in front of us sucking each other off. That stuck with me even more all these years.”

“No way!” Tom exclaimed, himself staggering in, but he plopped on the bed, practically on my feet. “I never saw those guys. I remember the movie though. It was hot!”

“So, you two actually sucked one another’s cock?” Joe asked of the couple that were both sitting on the end of the bed by then.

“So? Looks like you two shared in the same nasty deed. And shit, looks like you both are ready for another one already.” He pointed between Joe’s legs and then mine.

Tom got a pouting face and crawled up the bed over me. “But I thought I was your best friend.”

“You’re all my best friends,” I stated shakily as Tom’s naked body rubbed up over mine, his boner brushing against my calf.

Tom reached out and gave my hard cock a good tug, “You sure? I’m not so sure.”

“Uh, yeah, uh, I’m sure.” I watched as he tugged on me again.

“I’m still not sure,” and with that Tom fell head first over my crotch his cheek grazing my hard cock. “I need to make sure.” He raised his head, pulled my cock toward his mouth and swallowed down most of my length all at once.

The sensation and sight of that nearly sucked all the breath out of me!

As Tom sucked away on me and I tried to breathe again I watched Rich walk around the other side of the bed stroking his thick boner, looking at Joe the whole time.

“I could really use another one of those, too, best friend.”

“I must still be fucking drunk, but yeah, come here and give me that hard cock of yours,” Joe replied.

I watched Rich stand at the other side of the bed as Joe crawled up and put his face to the big man’s revived pole. But my closet friend’s warm masculine hands grabbed my balls and brought my focus back to my own pleasurable sensations. The next thing I knew I watched and felt Tom’s moist lips and then tongue wander all over my cock.

I got light-headed as my heart pounded so fast as I realized I was getting another blowjob, from a guy!

I could never in my wildest dreams have pictured the four of us manly men, best friends for years, doing the things we were doing on that bed together. Jacking off was one thing but mouthing one another’s cocks! Shocked as I was, I couldn’t pull away from Tom’s hot mouth, which was opened wider to take more of me in as the room filled with incredible sucking sounds and soft manly moans. The very same men who I’d play ball with, showered with at the gym and talked crude stories about women with over the years had their hotly throbbing cocks buried in their buddy’s mouth or sucking it.

As Tom slid more of me into his mouth he wrapped that strong hand fully around my balls and gave me a good squeeze. I responded with a gut-felt groan. He wasn’t as good as Joe, but he certainly was into it though and seemed literally hungry for my cock. He sucked me with increasing fervor, gagging every so often when he took my cock too deeply in his hot mouth.

The noises in the bedroom increased in volume, the telltale moaning and groaning sounds indicated that Rich and I were rushing head long toward a mutual orgasm.

It was possible! It was incredible!

“Mmmmm!” Tom moaned around my cock as he took it in and out of his eager mouth to the cries of pleasure from me above him, mixing with the lewd sucking and wet licking sounds coming from the other side of the bed with Joe on Rich.

I still couldn’t believe it as I watched it. Rich thrust his hips up to Joe’s face and it was obvious from the both of them he was shooting his hot white cum deep into his friend’s hungrily sucking mouth.

My mind swirled with the pleasure I was literally deriving just from watching the two of them while I had my hotly quivering cock in Tom’s eager mouth. Suddenly I felt strangely jealous it wasn’t me getting that mouth full of hot cum on the other side of the bed. But I didn’t have to wait long for something more satisfying as I bellowed out, “I’m going to cum! Yes! You’re going to make me cum, Tom!”

Tom pressed on grasping the lower half of my shaft and stroked as he sucked. Suddenly I felt it happening and clenched my butt as my thighs trembled and I reached my climax. Tom didn’t relent or hesitate in his vigorous assault my hard cock.

“I’m cumming!” I shouted. “Oh yes! I’m…, oh yes, I’m…I’m cummmmming!” My words turned into unintelligible groans of madness as I felt my legs stiffen and I shot a load of white sticky cum to the back of Tom’s mouth. He still didn’t back off. Instead he bobbed his head faster and jacked me off as I let go of it all. He moaned as he swallowed or tried to swallow. It must have finally overwhelmed him as he took me out of his mouth and kept cumming, shooting all over the place. Some shot to his face, one jet of white cum landed in his hair and across his forehead before the rest oozed out over his fingers.

I finally laid back and took it all in, again…three of us in that bed, Tom and Joe licking cum off their lips and chins, Rich leaning back with his cock dangling and dripping cum and spit as he finished off his beer.

I also saw that both Tom and Joe were still hard.

I smile at them both. “I guess that means it’s your guy’s turn.” I took a huge breath and moved off the bed to kneel down between a surprised Tom.

“What are you going to do?”

I grabbed his mostly hard cock and gave it few strokes. “What’s it look like I’m going to do?” I stroked him until he was fully hard and he leaned back on the pillows. I looked over at my other two friends and saw Joe stroking his rejuvenated manhood. “Rich I guess you have the honors with Joe now.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Rich said stepping forward and knocking Joe’s hand away, grabbing that hard pole for himself.

Tom’s cock stood rigid and already throbbing in my hand. I wanted it so badly I leaned forward and took him straight away between my lips. I sighed as this second hard cock slid into my eager mouth. The first thing I noticed was that he seemed much warmer than I remembered Joe being.

Tom thrust some as he tried to get his manhood all the way in. He tasted different than Joe, but I realized the taste of this man wasn’t unpleasant either; in fact, it was pretty familiar by then.

The wonderful taste of cock! I swirled my tongue around the almost rubbery swollen tip of his head. Tom heaved a huge sigh and pushed his hips forward slightly. I looked up and saw him smiling with satisfaction as he held my head when I began to bob slowly, sucking him in deeper with each of his small thrusts. I dropped down and ran my tongue across the tip of his cock. The taste of his pre-cum was less salty than Joes.

Enjoying the moans and groans I was eliciting I took real delight in licking him up and down.

“Oh shit!” Tom yelled.

As I squeezed his shaft in my fist and pulled up I watched in near delight as a slow stream of glistening and gleaming pre-cum oozed out of the tip and started to trickle down his mighty crown and onto my fingers. I swallowed him again and in quick darts drove my mouth, lips and tongue up and down, again and again over his hot cock in a lust I didn’t think I could have for another man’s manhood. Only, I knew it was more that I was eager to take Tom over the edge and into a mind-blowing orgasm. One I would want if he was doing it to me. All that mattered at the moment was making Tom cum!

There I was filling my mouth with another friend’s cock while my other friend did the same on his side of the bed. Rich was sucking Joe’s cock like a madman, his cheeks huffing and puffing in and out as he took that cock I had had my mouth on earlier.

Tom must have liked what I was doing as he was grunting and groaning still thrusting his hips into my mouth. I let him set the rhythm and just held my mouth over his crotch, letting him do me as he would do his wife’s hot wet pussy. I tightened my lips around his cock and wasn’t going to let him out until he was done. And all too soon I felt the tremble in Tom’s body as one hand pushed my head down further on his cock and he braced himself against the headboard with the other. He let out a gritty moan that seemed to echo throughout the bedroom if not the whole beach house. He tensed and buried himself deep in my mouth, then released and came back down. After just a couple more strokes like that his cock got thicker and he shoved forward really hard letting loose with the first jet of hot cum that hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed it quickly and without hesitation, knowing that there was still more to come.

I couldn’t believe I had a second cock spurting off in my mouth!

I looked over into the dresser mirror across the room and saw my bulging cheeks eating and swallowing this man’s hot sticky cum. I also looked up and saw the reflection of the glazed eyes of my friend as he thrust his hips with each of his last hot spurts as I continued sucking hard. It wasn’t as much as Joe had given me so I was able to swallow it all without coming up for a big breath of air.

When Tom’s orgasm finally ended he lay back on the bed as if totally drained. His cock was still in my mouth but it had gone limp pretty quickly. I wrapped my hand around the base of his wilted manhood and squeezed the last remaining cum out that little hole. I put my sticky lips back to his tip and sucked that up before letting it go altogether.

“Wow! You actually swallowed it, all of it.” Tom called down to me in a breathy drawl. “Rich spit it back out all over me.”

I chuckled and looked over at Rich still sucking away on Joe, but the recipient of that hot mouthing seemed more ready to go to sleep than pop off again. Rich was working hard though on that cock and was grunting enough for the both of them. Watching them I was either still buzzed with alcohol or drunk on lust but I knew I wanted more cock. I walked around the bed and knelt down next to Rich who was still going to town on our friend.

I rested my hand on Rich’s shoulder and asked, “Mind if I help?”

Rich abruptly stopped, turned his head and looked up at me with the most conscious but glazed over eyes I’d ever seen. “Sure, let’s do him together.” He said licking his lips and scooting enough to the side so I could get closer. He offered me the hard wet cock.

I lowered my head to Joe’s swollen tip, circling my tongue over it first, tasting what I presumed was Rich’s saliva before recognizing the familiar extra salty taste of Joe’s pre-cum. Rich gave him a good squeeze and up came a nice dollop more of that clear liquid out the tiny little hole. I stuck my tongue out and tasted pure Joe this time.

Then without further hesitation I opened my mouth and put my lips to his mighty cock. Rich and I proceeded to share Joe’s hard cock. Joe himself had his eyes half shut and he mumbled unintelligible sounds as we took turns sucking and slurping on him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Tom smiling as he lay back on the bed half passed out.

It had to have been a good five minutes more before, slowly, Joe’s soft moaning and grunting turned to consistent groaning and I could feel his cock begin to swell between my lips. Rich rolled his balls in the palm of one hand and stroked the base of his shaft with the other.

Joe’s cockhead swelled suddenly and then he drawled on in an extended groan. “Uggghhhh!”

Next thing I knew his whole cock pulsed and he came.

I pulled off him this time, wanting to see him shoot. The way I had his cock pointed he should have hit me square in the face with his first shot, but he had built up such a new round of tension, I suppose, the first thick rope when flying over my head. It ended up floating down into Rich’s hair and across his forehead. The next volley did splatter on my cheek, but with the third Rich had pulled his cock toward him and he took a direct shoot between his open lips.

Before Joe shot off again I was able to cover his crown with my mouth and he splashed that warm salty cum over my tongue. As I swallowed it he looked down at me, with a mortified look on his face, right before he started laughing.

“I’m sorry, oh damn, I’m sorry about your face,” he said chuckling as the last of his cum leaked out across my tongue, “but damn that felt good.”

“I’m good, don’t worry.” I said as I wiped a glob of his cum that rested just below my left eye. At first I was going to wipe it off on the bed, but looking at it and then him, I put my finger to my mouth, winked, and sucked it off.

Joe sighed and then laid back, eyes closed and breathed calmly. In the next moment I heard Tom snoring away on the other side of the bed.

“Hell of a cum for a drunk man huh?” I said looking back at the big man who I’d helped accomplish the feat. When I did I saw someone was stroking another growing hard-on.

Damn if this guy didn’t have stamina!

“Speaking of cumming, um, you’re hard again.”

“Uh, yeah,” Rich said looking down at himself, “yep hard again and ready to get off one more time. So you want to suck my cock too? I’m the only best friend you haven’t done yet.”

I looked at our two friends both passed out on the bed then back over at Rich standing there with his naked cock jutting up immense and heavy from his groin. It was a mighty instrument of his obvious pleasure. I tussled with myself to keep from wanting to doze as I lay there while coming to grips with having already sucked off two of my friend’s, one of them twice. I couldn’t believe my mouth watered at the thought of how it would feel to explore forbidden lust with a third man.

“Why not,” I hoarsely said staring right at his bobbing hard-on.

Rich cocked his head and smiled crookedly. “Are you sure you’re not a real gay cocksucker after all? You sure as hell have gone way past being curiously bi about this shit.”

“I suppose I left the curious stage behind a couple sucks ago,” I readily admitted.

“Then go for it dude!” Rich thrust his hips up, his hard cock bouncing back onto his stomach.

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Ever since I can remember I have fantasised about other guys, and their cocks in particular. I remember going to the gym and swimming just so that I would be able to furtively check out of the meat dangling between guys legs in the locker room. However, I had to wait until I was 18 to get a chance to see, touch and taste one up close.

One night I was hanging at a friend’s house with one or two other people, watching movies and having a few drinks. It started off as a pretty typical night, with no hint as to what was to follow. After a while the others went home, and I decided to sleep over. Because I was curious about other guys, I was aware of the possibility of something happening, but what with the fear of the whole school finding out it didn’t seem all that likely or wise. Nevertheless, I was a bit drunk, and began to feel horny.

My friend must have been feeling similar, because somehow the topic of skinny dipping came up. At this point I felt a slight sexual tension in the air, and I was pretty certain he was up for some fun, if the mood was right. We drank some more vodka and chatted about girls and school, before deciding that we should indeed strip naked and take a dip in his pool. We must have been pretty intoxicated, because although they were in their bedroom, his parents were home. Anyway, I don’t remember this being much of a concern to me at the time as we went downstairs from his sister’s room, where we had been talking.

As we came to the front door, I felt quite uninhibited, so I didn’t hesitate in slipping off my clothes and standing naked in the doorway, with my arms casually at my sides and my cock exposed to the cool night air. My friend was slightly more shy. He was also quick to shed his clothes, but he covered his dick and balls with his hand.

The night was fairly cold, so we made our way to the pool and waded in. I remember the water being chilly, and I felt my dick shrink and my balls tighten as I entered the water. I caught glimpses of my friend’s body, as we made small talk, and tried not to appear too obvious as I checked him out. He was skinny and a bit taller than me, with fairly well defined abs and no body hair. I was built similarly, but a bit shorter and slightly less skinny.

Cold as the water was, we didn’t swim for long before grabbing some towels and heading for the lounge. I put my towel around my waist, covering myself as I lay down on a couch in front of the TV. My friend sat on a chair to my right, and turned on the TV to some soft porn channel. At this point I wasn’t afraid anymore, so I slid my hand up under my towel and started stroking my by now semi-rigid cock as we watched some fake tits bounce up and down. Despite the somewhat numb feeling the alcohol had given me, a felt myself grow fully hard, and let the towel slip down. I was now lying completely naked as I slowly jerked myself off.

I glanced over at my friend, and saw that he was doing the same, and was looking over at me. We watched each other for a bit, and compared cocks. His was a lot thinner than mine, which is, as I would discover with subsequent encounters, a bit thicker and longer than average. He then made some comment about him and another guy that we knew almost jerking each other off one time, and I knew for sure what was on his mind. Without hesitation I reached over and grabbed his stiff young prick, and rubbed it slowly but firmly. He sat back, not saying a word as I slid his foreskin up and down over his purple head. It felt strange to touch another cock, despite having felt mine for so long.

Almost immediately, and without thinking, I leaned over and took him in my mouth and sucked. Again, it was a strange feeling, and I could not quite believe that I had a dick in my mouth. At the same time, probably due to the booze, I felt quite at ease with the situation, despite the fact that his parents were in the house, and we weren’t even behind a closed door.

It must have been a minute or less before he realised this, and suggested we go back upstairs. I agreed, and we climbed them as quietly as we could. Up in his sister’s room (she was out with friends that night), we would have some warning if someone decided to walk in.

We lay down on the bed and started wanking each other off. It felt incredible to have another guy doing it for me. His style was different to mine- he rubbed really fast and hard, pulling my dick down every now and then, with a firm grip. It felt a bit like wanking left handed.

After a while I got up, straddled him and, started rocking back and forth, grinding our cocks and balls together. It was pretty dark, so I couldn’t see his face much, but from his answering thrusts I could tell he was enjoying it too. We were both breathing heavily but quietly, not saying a word as we rubbed together. After a while I got off him, and he got up to kneel in front of me. His dick was right by my face, standing proudly up. I once again took it in my mouth and sucked deeply. I managed to get it all in my mouth, until I could feel his pubic hair on my nose and upper lip. It felt slightly uncomfortable, but I was able to control the gag reflex as he ground into my face.

His grinding became more insistent, and I lay on my back as he started humping my mouth, pushing his cock right into my mouth, fucking my face. I reached round and grabbed his smooth firm ass. His hips were thrusting in and out faster and faster, until he finally plunged his dick as far as possible into my mouth and came. It tasted kind of bitter, not unlike my own. “Should I suck yours?” he asked, and in answer, I guided his head downwards to my rock hard member, which was pretty much ready to cum. I guided his head up and down and told him to suck hard, which resulted in an amazing feeling. I wondered whether he hadn’t sucked dick before, because he didn’t scrape me with his teeth or anything, and it wasn’t long before I arched my back and came hard, spurting cum into his mouth, all of which he swallowed. We lay back, naked and sweaty from exertion. Thus ended my first gay experience.

Although we continued to be friends, we didn’t hook up again. I guess we were both a bit embarrassed to bring up the subject, and didn’t want anyone to find out. We pretty much pretended that it didn’t happen for the next year or two, until we finished school and went separate ways for a while. I saw him again the other day for the first time in a year or so, and so maybe I’ll talk to him about the experience sometime. For my part, it was hot, naughty and fun, and would provide me with some great memories to jerk off to.

I had been dating Heather for seven, almost eight months, when my eye started to wander. We were very close, spent a lot of time together, and I thought that I was in love with her. But in the back of my head were lots of nagging doubts. ‘Nagging’ is a good word to use, because she would nag me often, and her controlling nature had started to wear on me. I loved being with a strong, assertive woman, but I was starting to wonder if I was in over my head.

We’d gone to a party at a friend’s house…her friend of course. It was a big house on the edge of town that had been a mansion at one time, and now shared by a group of about a dozen friends. Heather’s friend had moved in recently and so we didn’t know most of the people who lived there or who were at the party.

At one point Heather went off to hang with her friend and I ended up chatting with a nice girl named Kim. Kim didn’t know Heather and, while I was usually upfront about it, I didn’t mention that I had a girlfriend. She was just terribly cute and sweet and I got a burst of excitement when I realized she was flirting with me. We laughed and had a good time and started talking music. Turns out we had similar taste and she invited me back to her room to give me a mix cd that she had burned for an ex-boyfriend.

Her room was in the rear of the top floor, and as we walked down the hall I could hear the party getting fainter. We chatted for a bit and I felt a growing sexual tension starting to build between us. It was exciting and scary…I wasn’t sure if I should go along with it or not when suddenly my phone rang. It was Heather, and she was looking for me.

I went back downstairs with Kim following behind, and Heather intercepted us at the bottom of the stairs. She did not look pleased.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she said sternly. “Who’s this?”

“Oh this is just Kim….Kim, this is Heather. My girlfriend.” I felt a pit of nervousness growing in my chest. Kim looked surprised but, ever a sweetheart, she put on a big smile.

“Nice to meet you,” she extended her hand “we were just talking about music and…”

“I wasn’t talking to you” Heather said, pushing down her arm and taking a step into her face. She was easily half a foot taller, and all around bigger. I could see Kim shrink a little as Heather stared her down.

Kim’s face was white. She swallowed hard and without a word turned, walked off, and went out the front door. Heather had just kicked this poor girl out of her own home.

“Honey…” I began to say with a gentle tone, but she cut me off.

“You went to her room??” she demanded

“Yeah but nothing happened I mean-”

“Take me there.”

“Huh?”

“Take me to her room. Now.”

Before I knew it, I was leading her upstairs, feeling tingles of anxiety like I had just been caught red handed…even though I hadn’t done anything! Kim’s room was one of the smallest in the house…it had probably just been a large closet at one time: Just enough room for a bed, dresser, and a small desk. For such a small space, Kim was an excellent organizer and kept everything tidy…the bed was made and the sheets smoothed out tidily.

“See?” I pointed to the bed, “I mean, we didn’t even touch the bed!”

Heather shut the door, latching it locked, then turns and looks at me sternly.

“Was she flirting with you?”

“No, no, Honey we were just talking it wasn’t like that.”

“Don’t lie to me,” she was looking deep in my eyes.

“I…I told her I had a girlfriend,” I lied, “so she knew I was off limits.”

Heather smirked.

“And she didn’t make a move?”

“No! No, and *I* would never, either.”

“Oh,” she reached down and grabbed my crotch firmly, cupping my balls almost a little too firm, “I know YOU would never. Right?”

I didn’t move a muscle as she held me there. I said the only thing I could think to say:

“I love you, Heather.”

She smiled and leaned in, close enough to kiss me, but holding off.

“Say it again,” she coos.

“I love you,” I whisper, almost stuttering.

Before I could finish she quickly opens up my pants and yanks them and my boxers down to my ankles, then runs her fingers up and down my cock, looking pleased that I’m already growing hard.

“Did you think she was cute?”

“No.”

“I said DON’T LIE.”

She firmly spins me around so that my back is to her, and I’m facing Kim’s bed. Reaching around, she takes my cock and starts to stroke me slowly up and down while her other hand holds to my chest. Chin on my shoulder, she growls into my ear:

“I’ll ask again: did you think she was cute?”

“Yeah, but….she’s not beautiful like you.”

A mirror hung next to Kim’s bed, and Heather was staring at me in the reflection.

“I didn’t like how she was looking at you. You shouldn’t talk to bitches like that.” I felt her pace start to quicken as she jerked me.

“No…I s-swear,” my breath was starting to quicken, and my knees bent slightly…Heather smirked seeing how well she was affecting me.

I started to pull away, She was getting me close and I didn’t feel comfortable like this. She sensed my apprehension and held me tighter with her free arm.

“Be still!” she barks at me, her eyes shining, “you’re going to teach HER a lesson, and I’m going to teach YOU one.”

She slowed her rhythm: now her palm was massaging my shaft…pumping deeply from the tip to the base, skillfully twisting her wrist on it. It sent shivers through my body and I felt my cock start to throb. She was milking me now. And worse, she aimed me so that I loomed directly over Kim’s pillow.

She is strong, quite strong, but not as strong as me. I should have pulled away and pushed her off. I could have, and if I was another sort of man I absolutely would. But to be honest…once a girls starts to get me off, a part of my brain just goes dark: I simply can’t make an effort to resist them. She knew this fact very, very well- and right now she had me good. All I could do was plead:

“Wait, wait…Heather, don’t make me cum! P-please wait.”

“Don’t resist me,” she smiles evilly, “give the bitch what she deserves.”

“Oouuhh god!” I could feel my load building, and tried will all my might to hold it back. Sensing my weakness, Heather’s free hand abruptly grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the side. Hungrily she starts to kiss my neck, and then suck on it…sucking on it hard.

The sensations were overwhelming me- I twitched, my knees weak but I was held in place; the side of my neck burning as she sucked it. A moan of pleasure left my lips as my body surrendered and exploded. My cock pulses as I pump long thick strands of cum across Kim’s clean pillow. I lean over the bed, moaning, still spurting, my neck burning as Heather sucks it…my hips bucking as she skillfully pumps my full load into Kim’s pillow, the fabric covered with pools of white cream, slowly soaking in.

I barely had enough time to put my pants back on before Heather was pulling me out to the hallway. She paused and smiled at me as I fixed my clothes and tried to catch my breath.

“Feel better, Sweets?”

I smile, but couldn’t think of what to say. She reached out and took my hand.

“Good men stay at their girlfriend’s side, don’t they?”

“Yes, you’re right,” I nod, “I love you”

She leans up and kisses me tenderly, whispering:

“I love you too.”

As she walked me downstairs I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realized that the aching sensation on the side of my neck was a large hickey,

We stayed at the party for another hour or so. I stayed at Heather’s side as she mingled and I didn’t say much…mostly just laughed at her jokes. Kim kept her distance, although we looked at each other across the room sometimes. She hadn’t been to her room, but I could tell she saw that my demeanor had changed.

I stayed at Heather’s side until she was ready to leave, and then she took me home and fucked me. From that night on, every time when we were invited to a party, Heather gave me a hickey the night before. “Just marking my territory,” she once giggled.

I saw Kim only one other time. It was a few weeks later and we ended up next to each other in line at the supermarket. She noticed me, and I noticed her, but we didn’t say anything. We both just stood still, looking away, pretending the other one wasn’t there.

Kate stood on the bow of the vessel, her thin arms crossed over her ample chest. Even in her field clothes, she couldn’t hide the delicious curves of her breasts, waist, and hips. The buxom brunette set her steely blue-grey gaze over the gently lapping waves that seemed to be exactly the same color, letting her thoughts wander away, adrift in the boredom that had become her settled life. The salty breeze picked up tendrils of her long, thick hair and she quickly pulled the wayward strands back into her ponytail.

Kate was one of those rare people who truly loved her work. As a marine biologist working for a world-class marine science institution, she was able to marry her love for science and fieldwork with her strong leadership abilities. She ran a small department of about a dozen other scientists and laboratory specialists that studied marine mammal acoustics and was responsible both for the scientific integrity of the department, as well as managing the department’s business development, contracting, administrative and other responsibilities. Kate hated to admit it, but as good as she was at the science, her real prowess was in leading. And if she was being perfectly honest, this combination of responsibilities suited her very well.

The only trouble, if anyone could call it trouble, was that Kate’s personal life always seemed to take a back seat. Although plenty of the department’s employees had them, a family and children never really figured into Kate’s priorities. She had plenty of sexual partners, and was even near marriage at one point, but it never seemed to be quite right for her. And what’s more, she never worked very hard to make it happen. Things were fine… working, content.. fine. So for the past six years since she finished graduate school, she didn’t feel that anything was particularly missing.

But on this sultry August day, as the vessel plowed the waves toward port, Kate noticed a growing restlessness. She shifted her weight from one long, pale, muscular leg to another as she considered. While every little thing in her life was completely under her control, functioning as normal, she couldn’t quite put her finger on what seemed to be causing her this recurring restlessness.

As the vessel sided up, Kate ran her final checks with the crew, gave instructions for muster at first light the day after tomorrow, and departed the docks. Unwillingly, she knew she needed some kind of release.

Within an hour, Kate was standing in her shower, beginning a transformation with which she was long familiar. Working in a male-dominated field and, moreover, holding a position in management, Kate had learned long ago that playing the part in large measure also meant dressing the part and acting the part. At work, Kate wore her long, thick hair up and back – in a ponytail, a bun, or some other iteration that was designed to tame her sensual tresses. To meetings, she wore conservative trouser suits and blazers. In the field, she wore field clothes and boots. But there was something so decidedly feminine about Kate that she often felt her attempts to hide her femininity were moot. Her figure was not thin enough to be boyish; it was healthy, curvy and strong. She was muscular; that was true. And her muscles came from the hard physical work she did on the boats alongside the rest of the crew. She knew no better way to earn the respect of a dozen men of all ages than to be smart, fair, and to pull more weight than anyone else. But anyone with eyes could see how deliciously sensual Kate’s body really was. And at the end of a long work day, Kate wanted to feel that femininity again.

Standing in front of her full length mirror, she took in the sight of her own naked form: at the top, full, round breasts with dark pink nipples and strong shoulders. Her flat stomach and thin waist curved into very ample hips and a round, rosy ass that turned into muscular thighs. Her skin was soft and pale, and her features were classic. She was short, making all of these curves seem that much greater. Kate would never have called herself gorgeous, lovely, beautiful, or anything of the sort, though she had heard it from plenty of men and women alike. But she did know something: she knew she was desirable.

She stepped into the shower and let herself become engulfed in steam. She shampooed, shaved every bit of her body hair off, and, liking the way her hairless pussy felt, let her fingers stray back and forth against the soft skin of her labia. Kate’s sensuality was never buried very deeply beneath her cool, collected outward appearance. Beneath that, though, she was nearly always on fire. The restlessness grew in Kate’s belly, and she stroked a long index finger across her swelling slit. It had been a long week offshore and she needed the release that she knew she could bring herself to, each and every time. She sat down in the tub and leaned back against the wall, putting a long leg over the side of the tub. Her left hand went to her breasts, first one, then the other, while her right hand explored her slick pussy. Kate’s index finger dipped fully into her tight heat, then pulled out slowly and rubbed lazy, playful circles over her aching clit while she pinched her bright pink nipples. Kate’s slow play became more urgent and faster as the water fell in tiny droplets against her stomach, thighs, and breasts. Her slow circles built a faster momentum while she thought of her last encounter – not two weeks ago – with Sid and Mary, some of Kate’s favorite friends.

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Kate and Mary were new friends whose friendship had developed an interesting turn one night. The three had been sitting at a small round booth in the back of a dark bar, Mary in the middle. Happily full of drink, and really only half-joking, Sid had dared Kate to kiss Mary. What he never expected was that Kate really could, would, and did. She moved Mary’s martini out of the way, leaned over the table, and pulled Mary’s head gently to the side. Kate pushed a lock of Mary’s light hair over her ear, placed her warm hand gently on Mary’s neck and cheek, and pressed her lips against Mary’s pert little mouth. At first Mary was rigid, unsure. But within a half second, Kate used her tongue to part Mary’s lips, running its tip on the underside of Mary’s tongue, and Mary’s resistance melted. Before long, the sensual dark brunette of Kate’s hair was intermixed with Mary’s, and all Sid could see was the two women’s mouths parting occasionally in what was a prolonged and very heated kiss.

The noisy room was fully of diners, drinkers… but in their corner, Mary and Kate’s world was quiet. Kate continued kissing Mary, stroking her face and neck, letting her hand slide down to Mary’s breast and gently thumb her nipple. But at the same time, she also reached over to Sid’s knee and ran her hand with slow deliberation up Sid’s inner thigh. Her eyes were half closed and when they were open, they never left Mary’s face. Kate’s hand finally reached Sid’s balls, and she stroked her hand delicately up and over his hardening shaft. Sid put his hand over Kate’s, trying to decide whether to stop her advances or to let them run wild. Mary was turned toward Kate and Kate had to reach past Mary to touch Sid, so there was no way Mary could see what Kate was doing to her fiancé. Besides, Sid figured, what could she really do in public?

Kate could, would, and did do plenty. Her deft fingertips had massaged Sid into a raging hard-on through the thin fabric of his trousers. Watching his pretty wife being seduced by this sensuous brunette was bad enough but within a few moments, Kate had slid down his zipper and had her long, delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft. Her thumb slid over the tight head of his cock and caught a drop of pre-cum. She massaged it gently into his skin and the natural lubricant of the stuff only added to his pleasure. Her hands felt like cool silk against his searing hard-on.

A moan escaped Mary’s lips and Sid looked around the room… in the middle of the dark and the din that was the bar, they were practically invisible. He watched with disbelief as he saw Kate’s other hand sliding up his wife’s thigh, and his arousal was turning dangerously strong. What he couldn’t see is that while Kate, completely aware of his reactions, had Mary also completely unaware of them. Kate slid first one, then two fingers under the elastic of Mary’s sweet, lace thong. Mary’s knees, originally firmly closed, parted an inch, then two, then three. Kate massaged Mary’s warm mound and found her tight wet slit. Discovering how wet she had made Mary, just with a single kiss and a stroke, gave Kate a silent thrill. She loved having this control over her two friends. She loved seeing the power of her seduction over them, the culmination of all of her sexual prowess coming to fruition. Mary, completely unaware that Kate was giving her fiancé the best hand job of his life, was about to get the best of hers at the same time.

Kate didn’t delay when she heard Mary’s moan. She slipped two fingers at once into Mary’s hot, wet pussy, using her thumb to draw delicate circles on the pretty girl’s clit. Mary’s face was a dream of ecstasy, her eyes closed. Kate easily kept her enraptured with small, delicate movements of her wrist that were invisible to Sid. His wide eyes were on Mary’s face, then moved to Kate’s. She held his gaze levelly with her eyes, giving him a vixen’s smile, a demon’s smile almost. Kate knew her power, liked exercising it, loved having these two in her control. She didn’t find it evil. They submitted willingly enough. She helped push them into a place where they could enjoy themselves, together, though they didn’t completely understand what they were experiencing.

Kate’s magic was that she knew how to seduce, could do it, successfully, at a whim, and almost always reined in her power out of propriety. In another life, before women’s intellects were as respected as they are now, Kate would have been a skilled courtesan, a high class hooker, and there would have been no outlet for her mind, just that of her body. The only acceptable place for women to be the domineer of men was in the bedroom. But this wasn’t another life, and Kate had found a real and profound satisfaction in her work. Yet, her sexuality still demanded attention. And Kate’s nature in the field was as much to lead as it was in the bedroom to dominate.

Kate shifted her weight in the chair, uncrossing her legs. Her short black dress was riding perilously high in the back, straining against her full rump. She could feel how wet she was getting from the encounter, the lusty seduction she was imposing on her two friends. In one hand, she had the straining, seven-inch cock of Sid. In the other hand, she had two fingers deep into his wife-to-be. Sid whispered into Mary’s ear, “Sweetheart, don’t you think we should take this to the house?”

Mary, awaking from her dream, looked at once embarrassed, shy, and tried to turn to look at Sid. “I don’t know…” she stuttered. Kate wouldn’t let her even turn her head. It had been a risk to let the shy girl come out from her trance. Instead, Kate kissed Mary again, deeply, and Mary kissed back. She could feel the orgasm beginning to build in Mary, her pussy constricting against Kate’s two thin fingers, and knew she wouldn’t back down from making the pretty girl cum right there in the bar. Knowing she was about to make Mary cum made Kate feel wetter than ever, a solid ache growing in her own cunt. She knew which one of them she had yet to dominate, which one needed her focus.

Kate’s other hand left Sid’s cock and took Mary’s breast instead. Kate massaged her small, pert breasts through the thin fabric of Mary’s blouse. Mary’s hands were firmly on the sultry brunette’s thighs as she braced herself, her strength failing. Kate pounded her two fingers into and out of Mary’s dripping pussy, Mary’s thighs wide apart now, and felt Mary tighten down into a shivering orgasm. Mary moaned into Kate’s mouth as she found her final release, her whole body quivering and her breasts arching upward.

When Mary’s shivering stopped, she opened her eyes. The two women smiled at each other, one with something like embarrassment, and the other with a sly knowing. Kate quickly masked her predatory look and shifted into a false shyness that she knew would make Mary more comfortable with the encounter. Sid was taking the opportunity to put his poor, aching cock back into his pants, straining the fabric noticeably. Kate leaned over to keep Mary’s attention for a moment longer, giving Sid time to finish the job. Kissing the fair girl’s cheek, she whispered, “that was incredible, Mary. Thank you.” Kate excused herself, claiming she was extremely tired and would catch up with Mary the next day. She laid a $50 on the table – more than enough to cover their drinks – and went home, knowing Mary and Sid would be headed home for a wonderful finish to their evening.

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In the tub, under the hot shower, Kate stroked her engorged clit with dancing fingers. She allowed herself to moan quietly, wiggling her hips up to feel the hot droplets fall onto her sensitive flesh. She wished ardently that she had plans for the evening. Remembering the feeling of Sid’s cock in her hand made her want a long hard cock deep in her pussy. Sometimes, all she wanted was a nice hard cock. Instead, she pushed her left middle finger deep into her swollen pussy. It felt nice, very nice to the sexy brunette. But it didn’t feel quite full enough.

She reached out of the tub and into a drawer for her second favorite toy, her nine-inch glass dildo. Even in the hot shower, the smooth, cool glass head felt like heaven to her hot cunt. Far too wet to need any lubricant, she slipped the heavy glass object all the way to the hilt of the toy, feeding her hungry pussy the entire length of it. Finally full, she pumped the glass in and out all the way a few times, testing it, measuring her own length by the length of the toy. Her left hand occupied with the glass, the fingers of her right hand concentrated on her silky clit. Within moments, thinking about having Sid’s cock in her hand and Mary’s pussy around her fingers at the same time brought her close to ecstasy. As she remembered the feeling of Mary’s orgasm, the warm gush of Mary’s pussy, Kate herself came, water flowing all over her body as she shook with delight.

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After drying off, Kate prepared to go out for the evening. Though she had no plans, she felt she must. Naked, she dressed her long, deep brown hair in soft, silky waves and left it down. She applied sparse but striking makeup: deep red lips against milky pale skin with only a touch of eyeliner. Satisfied, she slipped into a tight grey pencil skirt over bare legs, and an equally tight black boat-neck sweater that stretched across her breasts. The finishing touch was shiny red four-inch pumps. The contrast between the Kate of two hours ago, riding the bow of the research vessel, and the Kate that emerged onto the steamy streets of New Orleans, could not have been more distinct.

Kate walked, anonymous, as a trickle of sweat beaded up on the nape of her neck. The uneven flagstones under her step rang out but she managed them as though she had been born in her heels. Her stride was long, confidant, and the bare skin of her legs and arms felt weightless despite the hot, sticky night air. She passed a gaggle of tourists, dipping down into the street to pass them as they labored along the sidewalk; Kate never slowed. The dense heat rose off the river and the familiar streets, permeating her senses, compiling stale beer and wine, and dank river water, with fresh peaches and sweet night jasmine. The city, like Kate, was a study in contrasts.

At one particular corner, Kate halted dead in her stride, overcome with arousal. In the storefront window of a closed up shop, behind delicate gold lettering that read “Fine Art Photography,” was a black and white depiction that took her breath away. A woman’s figure was shown, dressed in a black strapless gown. She wore opera-length white gloves high up over her elbows. Hands and lower arms properly covered, as was appropriate for a lady, it was something of an intrigue why her strapless gown of the softest velvet was resting no higher than below her breasts, which were as full and natural as Kate’s own. The figure’s nipples were erect, indicating she enjoyed the display. Kate’s naturally became hard as well. But instead of a string of pearls sitting sweetly on her clavicle, rows and rows of pearl necklaces were run round her throat, in long ropes, covering it almost entirely in an elaborate and disorderly choker. The unknown woman with the beautiful breasts was enjoying showing them to the world, and Kate stared with voyeuristic abandon.

As Kate finally pulled herself away and began to walk on, she felt a presence behind her, keeping pace as she slowed or as she sped up. Intrigued, she dared not turn around. She touched the stone of the building wall to her right, and it seemed to be vibrating under her fingertips. She brushed the beating skin against her temple, moving the hair away from it for a breath. The space between her shoulder blades felt damp and her mouth felt dry. The restlessness she felt earlier was resurfacing and it came in hot waves through her body. She could turn, seduce the unwary follower. But it finally occurred to her like a bolt of lightning: what she really wanted, above all else, was to be taken. But could she be? Could she allow herself to be?

So often, she had been the one to take, to push the shy, the pathetic, the inept and the innocent alike outside of their boundaries just far enough to taste the thrill of the sex she could create. Fucking Kate, one man had said, was like riding a hurricane. You thought you were in control; but frankly, that was just what she let you think. She could break you if she wanted to. Kate took a certain satisfaction in bringing her various prey closer to the ecstasy that came so naturally to her. The freedom of finding one’s own pleasure, of bringing pleasure to another, was the right and privilege she loved sharing. But what of her ecstasy? What of her boundaries? To a woman who was always in control – whether at work, or in the bedroom – where were the new pleasures to be found? It had manifested in Kate’s life, however otherwise complete, as a small restlessness that she could not quiet. Something was missing, and it seemed that what she suddenly wanted was to be out of control with someone she trusted. She wanted to give that control away, if only for a moment.

Kate walked on, considering this new thrill. She felt electric and alive and asleep all at the same time. The stranger matched her step for step. Testing, teasing, she turned into a bar, perched on the farthest stool from the door, and ordered a cocktail. The stranger also entered the bar, passed by her turned back, and took a seat at a table behind her. She couldn’t see him clearly, but in the briefest of moments, she made out his dark hair and fair skin, his healthy build. He looked familiar, but she refused to allow herself a direct look. Nevertheless, she was immediately aroused. The bartender crushed ice, macerated fruit, and filled Kate’s glass. She took a long drink, crossing and uncrossing her legs under the bar. A slow jazz was playing somewhere nearby, wafting in through the window. Kate’s mind wandered and thinking about the stranger, feeling his eyes on her round ass, her pussy became very hot. Could he know the effect he was having on her?

She ordered another rum and became increasingly self-conscious. She was flushed, overwhelmed, and extremely wet. This was not Kate’s typical state. Normally, she created this reaction in others. Normally, Kate was the one calling the shots. Suddenly, the predator felt very much like the prey.